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Traces of the past

The memories which make

The whirlwind of illusions

To destroy the castle of sanity

Just yesterday I was diving

In the stormy sea

Just today I was

Rambling in the mountains

So monotonous the travel in time

Only one destination

Sounds can be listened to while

Admiring the colors of life

Inspiration is their name

Behind the closed eyes, paintings appear

Abstract thoughts in shadows' shapes

The irony is clear