The windy air feels warm whenever the sun shelters me
A feeling, where neither wrath nor impulsiveness envelopes the being
Peace never felt too close before, but now it's free
From being happier to the happiest, the journey lying across, re-emerging endlessly
Life feels like someone else covering my eyes before presenting the surprise
Which, therefore, falls apart before merging into the right piece
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Yet, in presence of all the beauty,
Only sadness surrounds me.
Sadness is just the part, not the whole process
Just live into the feeling until the happier one occurs
Even your reply, if not rhythmic, is just as poetic
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