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The days of curiosity have passed; then the days of excitement, followed by the days of joy; then the days of remorse, hope and forgetfulness. They passed, too. Nostalgia entered; then curiosity, impatience, excitement, joy, remorse, hope and forgetfulness. They have passed, yes. Then aimlessness, and nothingness. Perfect for fear, for uncertainty, for waking up, for curiosity. Everything passes. Just the Sky gives rebirth to the Sun, again and again.

winter morning
sun must be there, somewhere
and me, too

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What would you choose – absolute peace or the unrests brought by the thoughts, which, like a ray of light or a thread of darkness, try to creep into the unfathomable consciousness of others trying to find unapproachable?

Haughty savvy has no mercy and wins every single battle, but the lessons learned in the past become easier to apply in practice and soothe all wounds – past and furute ones.

oh wind, carefully!
don’t you see fragility
of dandelion?

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No one knows when we turned off the track, nor why all navigation tools refuse to cooperate. Maybe technology has taken off and directed all its superpowers imperceptibly in the opposite direction, deliberately, testing everyone who once swore allegiance to it.

I recognize kindred souls wandering, aimlessly and for too long, rising and falling, hitting they own walls. The old soothing voices are suddenly noisy, like a hammer hitting a nail mercilessly.

They say that the beginning and the end overlap just when my favorite virtual astrologer stopped giving predictions for free. What good is to know the current phase of the Moon, if I don’t know what it has to do with me?

indecisive spring
trying to put soul in verse
unsuccessfully

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In some strange parallel reality, the Sun and the Moon have disappeared, and the Sky is so expressionless that even gray is no longer gray but some strange transparent one, like a background in the png format. Everything is shallow, but deep at the same time, so there’s no way out for those who’re looking for it. If they’re looking for it at all …

spring is late
river and life
just flowing

Inspirational music:

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It was the hardest but at the same time, the most beautiful part of her life. What is for sure, that was the most powerful period one could even imagine.

Seasons rotate and time has no mercy. Years make wrinkles on her face and each passing year leaves inerasable scars on her body.

Winter on a doorstep reminds her about the transience of everything.

Those who have gone once, never return back.

november full moon ~
a gaze high up to the sky
in vain, my dear child

Linked to Haibun Monday: Being But Human