It is one of the streets.
The road is moving upwards from this point.
Not a lot of people can be seen.
A cycle is parked nearby.
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Novice To The Unknown
I am living the autumn of my life. I don’t know whether I am withering off altogether or to grow into a fresh leave when the spring will come. Will the spring even come? I don’t know and honestly, I don’t even believe that it will. I feel like I am a novice moving towards the unknown.
Journey
Memories
I am walking through a street.
It divides at every next angle.
Each angle introduces another lane
and is full of its own memories.
Imperfect Life
Life is never perfect. This imperfection is a bliss because it keeps our life going. Perfection is the end. Once you have achieved perfection in your life in the complete sense, there is nothing more to strive, to think about, to achieve.
Road
It seems this road
never comes to its close.
As soon as it seems to be ending,
I witness another turn awaiting.