in Poems (Personal Poetry)
Wandering
Nothing is the same
everything changes
from moment to moment
while we walk
in this way
of straights and curves.
Fall and rise
try to understand
in this wandering
in pairs of opposites
covert or overt
where is the truth.
It all revolves
vanishes and returns
between mystery and infinity
in drops that dissolve
in a continuous journey
into the ocean of life.
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