From my Poem Diary, Sep 21/9-2010

Things change all the time. Sometimes we forgets the past and other times we defined it. The world is never fair. It is you who decide when things are going to happend. Sometimes you are lazy and other times you are just out of inspiration. I'm trying to find peace, were no one is whispering words or making the time goes to the darkness. The place with harmony and air. There the birds sing and the ocen speak. It's there I belong. Here and now...




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