"Our prime purpose in this life is to help others.
And if you can't help them, at least don't hurt them."
- Dalai Lama
Autumn of life is coming leaving the keys in the saddest hands of whys and fights in streets of weak and strong dog leaves falling
brown, yellowish, reddish
Chapters of this year
getting naked and showered
Snow
might come as a blanket
that dogs will cover with their paws
and birds cross fast
before flying off
to a holly branch, dripping.
Choices were made.
It wasn't 'me', it was my fears walls nightmares.
It wasn't 'you', it was your fears walls nightmares.
'You' and 'me', both got time on this planet. It's all in our hands to see and choose. We know, we know, and forget to forgive.
The mirror gets big and small, but humbling too
no sufficient no need anyone and no self-bashing either,
just the humble simple reflection of what is a simple miracle.
Another morning to live.
When we meet again I might not be theirs as a kicked dog barking yap alone again yap You might not be in pain but as happy as today when I think of you
Autumn of life is coming
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