What comes to life comes from where?
For what reason it shakes all the layers
to create what asks now
Where does it come from?
It comes to life and grows
raised from and manipulate
things coming alive too, or
giving their lives to this asking one
But, it passes fast
then sooner than expected
sunsets without getting the answers
But, if it keeps asking
to be or not to be and alike
it seems the motor of perpetual move…
Why not wait for the next new day
New questions may arrive like trees
we suddenly realized had been there all the time
Life is full of timing seeds
Life is full of timing seeds
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