the streets of the city
the traveler walks.
not know his destination but
feel the need to walk.
You see, in the eyes of the few passers
,
a poor man rich but only
his threadbare rags. Maybe rich but
feelings for life.
LIFE
death, an event
that hits you and most of the time
leaves no way out ...
The sadness that surrounds
all family members and brings in a different light
all to see.
Melancholy, that ocean where there is lost after
sadness and is not bank where
that dock, that ocean where
you live alone. Where the external motions
do not scratch the mood.
When death, the sadness, the sadness comes
overwhelm everything.
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