Harmony of the soul.

Tomorrow is actually here already,

as the days race through

without any mercy,

and I grow older and weaker,

thinking through my screaming head,

to create something both

creative and helpful.

I ponder, is this the right way to be going,

or should I concentrate

on the happy soul,

making people laugh and enjoy their lives

and all the many plants ‘n trees,

the birds and the buzzing insects,

that gives me memories of

lazily picking my way through

the countryside of the Greek islands,

seein the ruined temples with

jagged columns protruding from the ground

with a see of poppies thrusting their red heads

up, with no matter whether it was the European or Turkish one.

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