[Poetry] Random

The randomness of life,
between specks of dust
gold and iron, rust.
Time flies away,
an old forgotten clock
with a broken glass,
stop it for a second,
I hold it in my hand,
like a piece of gold I found,
between grains of sand.

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Life is random, isn't it? The rules of chaos are the ones that bring order into our life. So many things happen at the same time and we don't know how our actions will affect the future. We don't know what lies ahead. We can only move forward.

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