the days pass
the sun rises
the cloud goes
the rain stops
the wind changes direction
the leaves fall
and the moon is already waning
and i, standing here
don't feel anything
i don't feel like the earth is still spinning
it seems that time has stopped
and everything is an illusion
- when i lost my senses
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Poésiethe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
