Days just come and go and sometimes without leaving any remarkable marks.Some days ago my goo friend asked me where have all the days gone- I answered that they all go to the spring, so the spring comes closer and closer and this is visible every day that some more water is making our feet wet in the streets. Some more snow melted...
Some things cannot be and don´t have to be put into words. Some thoughts are to be remained as their are- bleary and cloudy lightnings in our imaginative bulbs. Sometimes I feel just moment feeling- too many words. It seems then there is no room for breathing.
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