Everything changes. Nothing lasts, but poems like yours stay with us in our memories.

No path has been forged
No desires nor traces of urge
To chase down the dreams
Follow them down the stream
Like a child looking at Nature with delight
Like a passionate lover at night 
Harsh, unforgiving bricks of fears and doubts
Hard walls erected during a whole life
Coming undone as one finally breathes its last
Filling the air with regret and sorrow
At the existence that was wasted in vain 
The unlived dreams becoming grey ashes
The Walls Shall Crumble
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Bahora Saitova
Alberto García 🚀🚀🚀
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Jul 12, 2021
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Everything changes. Nothing lasts, but poems like yours stay with us in our memories.
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Written by Alberto García 🚀🚀🚀90K Followers
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Author. I write about spirituality, philosophy, and self-improvement. Learn how to use spiritual-help as a skill that generates wealth and happiness.
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