No words floating in,
But thoughts juggling in, into the deep silence,
The silence which is doomed…
Doomed with suspicion,
A suspicion about the boat moving ahead
On the virtuous path,
Or it’s just a floating tramp.
A suspicion about dreams transforming into goals,
And then the goals into reality,
Or are they going to remain
Just a few thoughts,
Brewing certain nights,
Long and sleepless?
No words floating in,
But thoughts juggling in into the deep silence,
The silence which is doomed…
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