All Of A Sudden
All of a sudden
there is no sense left.
World still turns around,
yet Time is a theft.
There are winds, and are currents,
Sun burning, moon cold.
Life it seems crystallizing
and rejecting the old.
Where are we, my brothers?
When be Planet eject?
One New Day, we old children
stand to walk all erect!
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Cosmic Liberty 