I lost my wallet and my credit cards
Like a smuggler who proudly lives in past
Between the always new beginnings
Diversified personalities in passport's car
There was a new town that I came
To live, alongside my trapper's blame
Toward the persons who don't need a spell?
Outside their homemade broken shell
In hiding from the hundred reasons
To move forward and smash the past
That it will be, right said, forgotten
One way or another incoming a new blast
I lost my wallet and my credit cards
To find my current place in life
I hope without a running plan
No cheating or smuggling for this time
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The dance of Autumn's leaves
PoetryThis Poetry collection is about Lifepath, and the growing up as a mature person. The Book contains philosophical poems about personal achievements and dreams with optimistic, bittersweet and sad taste. Everything written here, is based on my own e...
