Fading bliss of sunny days.
Frozen blood in the veins,
web of puzzling thoughts inside,
coming darkness of the night.
Endless path full of steps,
foolish game of counting dates,
months, hours, minutes past.
Shining flare of the light,
constant flow of the clouds.
Brisky wind awaking memories,
forgotten times, centuries.
Every second of the day still
remains the same.
Nice & good attempts. As usual, beautiful and magical sentences. Nevertheless, each time i read your posts, i can see easily some sadness between the lines. I wish you all the best.
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