There wasn't any progress,
We haven't moved,
We are still at the beginning.
Maybe I alone,
Have these thoughts that are keeping me full,
day and night alone,
I hope we have made progress, even if it is just a small step.
But I can still sense the wind from the starting point of everything.
And the word "finished" is still invisible in the direction of the future and success.
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Beyond Words
PoesíaThis book contains the author's admiration of the beauty and sincerity of life.