Beautiful times,
has passed, in this river.
I can still mirroring in it,
watching quietly,
the water giving me a smile.
Oh what a false sadness I feel,
the sadness of a past beauty,
of a past happiness.
Feeling bad for happiness,
what a mind can't comprehend,
to enjoy the past remembering,
and not suffering,
for it, being happened.
Oh, I wish,
I wish to mirror more these toughts,
to not forget them,
since every particular forged me.
In the cold I warmed up,
in the sorrow I stood up,
in the dark I gained faith,
and now that I have it all,
I want to lose them again,
to restart this catch,
to find me once more
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
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