the long search

When you have nowhere to go, go back to yourself.

Of a season...




The heartless summer is long gone


Soon the clouds will sail away


Rain will no more dance at my window


Where the dew drops will rest themselves


Waiting for the winter to come.


Nothing remains forever


But for the songs


Of a season lost


Nothing will remain


But for the memories


Of a season gone…

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If we admit that human life can be ruled by reason, then all possibility of life is destroyed