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You felt like an animal wounded in both legs.

Supposedly you walked so proudly through your twisted path by a strange life. However, you collapsed and laid down in complete stagnation.  You wanted to raise your hand, but could not do it.  Only your eyes were looking ahead and in the pure silence, begging for mercy appearing on the azure the winged reflections.

You were like the God dreamer, but have become a worthless thinker.

You recall in your mind only times spent close to the river with the wind and the unique glare that appears only in the silent night. There are still in your head this green bench and the glade painted in the colours of rainbow’s flakes.

Maybe one day you will run ahead and you will find the green bench again?