Saturated
I trace the path of my life ...
changing morning, noon, afternoon and night.
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I'm still here ...
I still like this ...
Nothing has changed...
Only this body that is increasingly fragile eroded by time ...
What's in front of my eyes ...
And in this Soul ....
All remains the same ....
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What I got, not like I remembered .....
What I'm getting is not what I'm entitled to ...
What is implied is not what I hope .....
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The time goes on ....
I follow wherever you lead this step .....
Through the day after day ....
I'm tired, I'm saturated ....
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I want to stop following you ...
But what is the power ....
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Because my heart still hope ....
My ace is still soaring ....
With one belief that will never fade ....
I believe that in this soul and body.
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Belief that all will be beautiful in time ...
Original Poetry by @riandi
3/6/2018