Securities
growing wall clinging
What are and remain
Since not much time
But it must be good
Forgetting the beginning
Or not knowing from
when all seems well
The past?
The past continues.
But it seems to stop there.
At least for the moment And the moment is all that matters to me. Poems
flights that begin when everything in my life is alinia again.
A good thing to my emotional stability, and bad for the readers of the blog.
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