And I thought it is going to be easy
And I thought it would pass
The world collapsed in front of my eyes
And I was left counting the stars
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And I thought he will cry
And I felt he would be sad
But no tears were seen on his face
Nothing was heard at his heart's gate
Relief was standing instead
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And I thought time should take a break
Clocks would stop clicking
Yet, each passing day assures my error
Each plucked paper from the calender
Fourfolds intensifies my own distress
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And I thought summer would cross quickly
While autumn will summon the leaves and the sun's rays
Although I am surely witnessing the daily rise of the dawn
Besides, two days ago I got a sun burn
It still feels like summer in everything
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2 comments:
Nothing is Easy.
Very seldom things happen the way we expect.
Times passes, we think we know a person, we reckon things are the way we imagine.
Then we open our eyes, and we see that the world goes with its own rythm, of its own accord.
and...
We're still standing.
Sure, we can be disappointed,
we can be shocked,
we can feel sad...
But life goes on...
we're still standing,
witnessing a new sunrise,
our face caressed by the wind,
our life touched by other encounters.
it doesn't feel ONLY like summer is everything...
Rather... Life is everything.
:-)
You put it all in one lyrical response : the intensity spoke vividly about it .. the fluency expressed its hues !
I like the man that hits the darts ... and they keenly reach!
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