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Spring came and went past by… didn’t had time to see the flow­ers bloom

Sum­mer time is now fly­ing by.. still no time to soak in the bright sun’s loom

Nearly half of the year has run through … still think­ing what should i have done

Quar­ter life has flown through … still liv­ing in the past of what have i done

Wak­ing up to the morn­ing call… like every other day

Time flies past in every fall.. still hav­ing noth­ing else to say

Time comes to a stand still… birds stop chirping

places are void and hard to fill.. its the time when its starts snowing.

The four sea­sons have fin­ished.. the vicious cir­cle is start­ing again.

Another year has started..  fin­ish­ing the bucket list will be on the new years res­o­lu­tion list again.

Going through the son­nets of “Leisure” makes me real­ize this mistake.

I can’t hold myself from say­ing the lines .. A poor life this if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.