The art of persistence

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Again and again, practice after practice and here after a year of writing prose i am again quite interesting to spectate how i never have tried to write something other than a prose why? i feel like prose is the only right thing for me at the very given moment since it represents the motion and elegance . Albeit it has to be said that everything either flies away or is forgotten by me. I have seen myself lowkey happy, but at the time i couldn't realize that due to the simply lack of experience yet fullfillment And now i am going via the same phase i used to go a while ago, hence it feels harder this time, although i have learnt how to cope with it.

As a person that can be described as a personality, i am hard to understand yet very simple yet once again complicated i always manage to trick people into believing something even if it isnt true the art of writing and eloquence furthermore, a new adventure awaits for me i feel like my ship is about to arrive upon me and all the absurd things will vanish away ..

Oh, the dear child of my dreams, never vanish, my loveling! Stay within me no matter the size of the trenendous is wave, no matter the nature's cruelness! Oh, dear mother of the things, time! Let us venture far beyond the horizons To see the majestic view upon the Nile To see the adventures of bedouin tribes To see the wind of the ukrainian steppe To see the quiet breeze of the Crimean peninsula To feel without the feeling of homage To feel without the need to feel wrong about your choice To see, again and again How far we have went together face-to-face And if i dont get to see your face in the halo of the pale Sun i will keep the endearing memory of mine The one that belongs to the depth of my soul You, the one i have seen in my dream on a hill May the day come upon me when i see the blessing in disguise The blessing which is also a hint To the salvation of bitterness and withered pattern of emociones! The cold wind my heart has witnessed to blow in my face The wind of changes it was Cold and even colder the waves were They were tough to swim through My body was freezing away But nevertheless, fall or arise! The principles of life were made for us The naive ones,the honest ones May the child of mine rise and dare to ask me Where have u been, my dear man? Wouldn't the child be just like the little prince? It's him! Right from the pages He came to me to deliver the ballad of us "You will see the promised land, but after it you will fall in your knees and cry!" - said he calmly And glazed i at him rather tired replied,"As much as i love seeing every day, leading the people of mine to the land of celestials is the mission i need to take on, even if it takes me as the sacrifice" He looked at me calmly and disappeared in the vague fog of my memories And then i woke up "Messiah , Messiah is coming upon me to lead me" - thought i Disappeared and I,in the depth of my dreams

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