This has come
as an unexpected time,
trying to find answers.
The sense of the ephemeral,
what is going quickly
are vague moments.
Around the memory,
I think that reason has
have been there.
There are moments of my life
I remember with some clarity
in this world of circumstantial facts.
Each mark our steps
while we walk,
seeking solutions to the past.
Walking through these corners
by I miss
with unknowns hands.
I keep what I do not understand,
perhaps too early to understand
I know that only time.
Surrounded by small happenings,
discovering new moments,
living world.
Although not as ends,
what written leaving
are words in the wind.
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