Oh, where?
Where did you go?
Here no more
Like wind, you came and gone
Your graceful wings
Oh, how I miss you
Your heavenly sings
Why can’t I keep you?
Are my branches
Too thin and brittle?
Are my leaves
Too few to shelter?
Falling you fear
You seek stronger branches
Cold you fear
You prefer bountiful leaves
Yet, I’ll survive
And I’ll be wiser
Grow stronger with time
From the loneliness I bear
If you again need me
Fly back to me to stay
For you I’ll be here
Until time fades away
Honda Prelude and why the future is the past
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I don’t like the past. Period. The good old days doesn’t work on me,
because I understood that our psychological biases plays trick on my mind
to say thing...
3 weeks ago
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