Trails Of Time

Life covered my face with wrinkles.
I just call them "paths of time".
Traces of pain, sadness and tears,
lost love, from heavy sections...


Traces of breathtaking moments,
when out of love I poured the purest.
How many times I wanted to stop them!
Man is born to be happy...


I'm different now...My hair is silver...
I realize that my essence is mortal...
Paths of time live in me.
But there is no path to go back...

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