The hours and days go by
Leaving a pleasant scent of memories
You learn somehow the gratitude
For all you’ve heard and seen and learned.
It seems it’s passing, leaving just
The trace of your experience
You get to know realities of universe
You get to feel the wonderful unknown
It wakes you up and soul yours
Blending into the ordinary.
What’s ordinary? Is it all around that
goes by rules that have a certain timeline?
You look at it and you discover how different your ‘ordinary’ is.
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