I entered my old house,
through window,
door was bolted,
dressed up
in saints cloaks,
carrying with me relics,
the lost two pages...
of the book of life,
I uncoded,
not an iota of difference,
between the two pages:
first and last page,
other pages full,
with fantastic
stories,
travelogue ends
where it started,
For some a sensible travel! ! !
For lot many a senseless travel! ! !
Mykoul
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