Regrets

Like the wind blowing my face I fall to see the instant of my last days, And in my vision time enhances shells embedded in my past mace! I want to have a long last minute of fall But why do I long, cry, and mold Distant points unloved, untold? The only plot I tried to avoid ? Life is one thing we share and have With dreams as compass guidance to the way Crossing the seas and it's disturbance, Where we shine and fight the days, To avoid an end in far accordance With feelings of regrets, and a complaint to say.