Farewells
A calendar hanging on the white door
Living the days with me
Waiting for its death
A drawing waiting there
To be colored with vibrant colors
To be hanged on the wall
Until it has no use any longer
Then it would be thrown away
And its life would end
A book filled with many adventures
Adventures that fill your heart with love
Adventures that fill your eyes with shimmering hope
Adventures that make you run away from the harsh reality
Into these beautiful adventures that will eventually end
A secret box filled with all the precious items
The precious items that tell stories
That have already ended
I wonder when will my turn come?
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