Sometimes it's a big question
What should I choose as option
Nature is too vast
Memories to me do not much last
Imagination is rather fast
Language turns as obstacle
Wait patiently for some miracle
So should I write or not
Or remain silent apart
Like Hamlet proposes to be or not to be
I must remain calm as to be

Life throws,
a filthy shade,
a crate of lemons,
a mess unmade.

Life makes,
a sailor great,
lemonade,
a near parade.

All at once,
Once and for all,
No things remain
The same
—The sane.

Underneath the stand of cedars,
Leaf litter clothes the ground

When a foot touches down,
It is nestled in leaves and needles.

The silence of the ground
Magnifies the volume of the wind.

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