The misty hill
Once it was
Like the angels
descended
From the heaven
Like the time of
youth
Full of life; full
of confidence
Full of adventures
everything could be done
The carefree loads
indulging all kinds
As the time makes
the years
The flow of
experiences; the mistakes in life
It slowly makes the
brake to stop and visualize
Everything has a
price; it has to give back
The years have
moved on
Life still has to
make the grade
The walls need to
paint or break it down
The changes still
have to call the time
Tomorrow the
painting of a life
The years still
have plenty to do
Nothing will ever
stop on its track
The footprints will
be made every day
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