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When you’ve run through the wheat white fields

sit and stare for a moment

at the sunrise glare.

How was your day, friend?

Full of wonders I hope and yet

you embrace in a dance

with sorrow and pitifulness.

Have a glass of red wine

and listen to the quiet:

it’s whispering melodies of life.

You have good legs,

good enough for a run, good enough for a walk

and no matter the speed

make sure you breathe.

Take your time,

my dear friend.

The world is spinning

no matter what you plan.