Spinning around

While there is life, there is hope!


Behind of dreaming hour,

 Ahead  of cutting time,

I left to flow its  river

And running into  mine.


Behind of nothing smash

Ahead of thousands thoughts

I burnt  out to the crash

The  silence through the nights.


And still ahead of stepping

Into the future mind,

I’m wandering and spinning

Around of time, and shine.



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