The blind end and more
Years have passed
Autumns and springs
Have come and gone
The days are longer
Nights are deeper
Dawn is early
Odors are subdued
Imbued in idleness
Sad for nothing
With vacant gaze
And empty heart
Traveling in my thoughts
Searching the new shores
Waiting for the unknown
The leaves are intact
Blooms are bright
The supple mind
Vibrates and bubbles
I am more of myself
Tasks are missing
Goals are lost
Dressing in style
But nowhere to go
All turned in to memories
Time turned in to wine
But the glass is dry
Is it a blind end?
Or the more is yet to come?
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