Lost in Time
With wide open
but misty eyes
Like darned
ghosts
Lost in the
fourth dimension
We are keenly
looking forward
To smell the
premature blossoms of the upcoming spring;
While, we are passing
through the winter
At an unbelievably
insane speed
Without tasting
the endless beauty of the snow
M. Sirani
28.08.2015
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