You sit on the balcony
Look at the clear sky covered with many stars
Thinking about how small you are in this huge universe
How you and your problems are minor
How far you are from the truth , hiding in the infinity
Who you are ? who made you ?
A rhetorical question
That will be never been answered
You can only sit on the balcony
Look at the clear sky covered with many stars
Hold your breath
Wait in the wings
Wait the epiphany
When the wind will whisper in your ear :
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