Category : Poems

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No, it doesn't want to stay.

  It's always in a hurry.

 And I'm running to get it, 

But it's so hard to find it.
  It fills me with illusions, 

It tells me to be patient.

But when I think I have touched it, 

It cuts my senses. 
 I know now that my happiness is far,

 Far too far to reach it.

Thousands of miles away,

 Thousands of "I missed."  
No, it doesn't want to stay,

 It's just passing through.

No, it doesn't want to stay.

And I'm running to get it.