Journey of life

December 23, 2010
The journies of life
are long and hard
short and fast
Brutual and gruesome
sweet and soft
unfair and unkind

Never escape from KISMET
Over your own life
Your Own Destiny

Journey ends
Journey begins
Summer comes
Winter goes
Leaves rise
Then they fall..... fall
Flowers come alive
They blum,
they shine,
They fall,
they die

Trees are Green
Full with leaves
but then they fall
fallen. brown,
crumbled, broken,
lost, forgotten,
the in the wind.
they blow away.

Never to be seen again.

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