One early morning, I woke up and stared at the blanket. I was dreaming something forgotten long ago. I miss that secret escape. Full of butterflies. What I regret the most is that I leave everything to time and never take advantage of those moments. I shut my mouth, I let myself go.

Now?

Not once I feel those again.
Even when I stop trying.
Puzzle of maze, I see none solved now.
Packing up all the bags of remainings.
Sending the warmth of smile,
I will look to this feeling
Again later
If I will.

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