Prose poem about life - path



Path


Traveling through life I see as we are slowly running out of fuel and my vehicle is no longer new, it is still going well, but not with such intensity as before. Is tired, as well as the soul and at the end it will stop, not because is broke down, but because of exhaustion, to recuperate, and when he rested his energy will go into the soul, and will be free.



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