A day was much
Five years ago
Today
I fear the escape of
Time and Age.
In the night
The Soul wanders
For I let it free
To roam and wander in
Chance and probability.
I captured a cloud
My subconscious
Works:
And as a hummock on
I sailed
Flying carpet nocturnal
I fear the escape of
Time and Age.
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