the long search

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


Like the stack of old letters;

The books you stored with care;

Past years grow old too.

The dust of memories gets thicker

Just like that layer of yellowness,

Touch of old times

Velvety and soft…..

*Wishing you all a very happy new year*

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