The wind is blowing
You hear a man moaning
He’s asking for help
Drowning in his thoughts that start to melt
Suddenly, a boat!
He starts to float
He starts to smile with his sparkling eyes
But his mouth is crying for help while time flies
The man wakes up
It was just a dream
He’s late and time flies
But we can only walk
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Author:
Gialio (
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- Category: Reflection
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