Its unknown,
its in your soul .
Godâs given time of choosing yourself.
Its invisible,
and like  rain mist,
washing out just a dirt of forgotten.
Its like a song,
some with the high notes,
some very low.
Its like a beauty,
your silent angel
created in a rainbow.
Its like a mountain,
with all hills and depths ,
catching right moment
to breath into you air.
Its like a second,
on intersection ,
to make a decision :
Daredevil steps,
or fear to move..
because in that second
you enlarge your daysâŠ
or you in limbo.
Its like a wind,
some danger brings you,
some gently pleasing your face.
Its like a kindness,
that mold you like a sculpture,
Its like a poet,
stuck between words ,
between the feeling of sadness or joy.
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biljanazovkic 