The days are not enough.
The sun is not bright enough and the oceans not deep enough.
Every moment should be filled with magic, every precious second should be enjoyed.
The feathers of the birds are not soft enough
Their songs are not loud enough
The nights are not dark enough
They are not full enough
And so life slips by
Softly,
Quietly,
Like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.
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Author:
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