One unnoticeable story of the existence
into the air,
as a leaf carried by the wind,
and as a neglected tends to perish,
so unknowingly it had happened.
The story begins in the mind,
touches the heart,
goes through the body,
reaches the very legs and hands,
from the top to the bottom
covers every single human cell
and dies out unnoticeably
without any reason.
Unnoticeably and unknowingly
like Icarus we vanish in Bruegel's painting,
leaving behind the importance of saved memories
in our hearts,
we live in our past, our presence is here and now,
and the future is still to come.
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