My grandson, look at the wall,
Plenty of written things,
Circles and arrows,
Formulas and unknown characters,
Have you ever lied to me ?
Was one of them yours ?
No said I firmly,
And it rained so heavily,
We were in our old house,
Which made mostly of woods,
Bows and cups everywhere,
On the floor where it catches falling drops,
Emotionally angry was I,
"I will be doing fine",
Said her last words,
Then she flied,
Unavoidable moment of human being,
The god of time with clocks on his hand,
Stop the hands, gently smile,
And said "let us go"....
Thought there's no need for me to rush, doubtlessly we will meet each other by the string of fate.
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