There are moments that we fail to understand...that are misunderstood to a confused adoration of the moment itself..a loner that chased a moment of weakness,a halo that for the others didn't mean a thing ..just a strain of dust that was carried away in the distant horizon..a looming horizon that was the other way of our journey...We were a few moments behind..behind every scene that made our life sigficant .."a yestarday" that bordered our existance today...a consequence that spreads like a pile of wine over the entire surface...
A shower of recycled dreams and hopes ..in different shapes..in different ways of meaning ...a sonnet made to realize an echo that takes the other way.
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