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Suddenly we glide,
in the steep slopes
of life's valley

Gliding with the skateboards
given by our failures.
to sink into oblivion
like forgotten winds.

We feel torn
A     P     A     R     T.
like rags used to clean
the bodies of dead men.

Gliding against rocks of chastity
we stumble.
injured severely,
we resort to surrender
our will to depression.

Suddenly we begin to listen
to the language of flashes
here and there.

Trace patterns of the future
burned in daydreams

We begin to understand
the need to get up
and move on
Upwards, towards our goal

Against the tides and torrents
of our travails..

© Danny El

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