THOUGHTS, BETWEEN LINES.. ELENA MARIN

 

 I think
 How, time passes
 Like, I was a kid yesterday
 Everything that passes is not
 turn
 And the years go by, tiptily.

 Life is deceptive
 And you are, the most expensive
 flower
 But short and fleeting
 Like dew on a flower.

 When you think about it, you have more
 good
 The years go by
 Whatever you give and how much you do
 The years, you can't, come back.

 Desire, the thread of life
 Gone are the years of youth
 They go, the most beautiful
 years
 How, the water passes through the shore.

 The water is flowing slowly
 Life passes, nicely
 And leave behind, much missed.

 Longing for childhood
 Of the flowers, of the plain
 And the trill, the stork
 Which, I really liked
 thousand.

 Green grass, through meadows
 Freshwater springs
 Cold and crystalline waters
 The autumn of life is coming, it is coming.

 Everything comes, everything passes
 Everything is fleeting
 Which, leaves behind longing.

 His life, precious flower
 Too short and fleeting
 You have to value it
 That, it disappears too quickly.

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 22.01.2020