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the inevitable progress of maturing
The poem written on the process of maturing against the traumatic childhood
there was a burning desire of childishness ,
then the coldness of the consciousness followed,
whereever I looked,
I found the superficiality of the human existence,
the past, the present and the future was really a reality,
for an instant,
the taste of the tea I was sipping,
reminded me of those times that will never come back,
the color of a beautiful childhood morning,
the heartbeat of an excitement of visiting somewhere,
the darkest nights where the morning with full brightness followed,
like will follow now,
no matter how hard the circumstances will prevent it.
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