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Time passes,
Time is coming,
But you are always with me.
Our life is a carousel in which you have to catch yourself on the move,
With mirrors that reflect in the sun and tell us that every being is transient.
I hear the roar of the poplars from the valley, as if nature is playing its own sheet music on the organ…
I turn to them to listen to him,
But my feet sink into the fine sand of the valley from the former puddle, and my face and body are quickly clothed in a cloak of flying leaves,
What I remember is that we are traveling souls through a changing world.
Time passes,
time is coming
But you will always be with me
In my dreams to watch over me
And strengthen my soul…
This is a journey in wich i lose myself to find my soul, in the mist of time trying to find my roots…
