When the world fades and the sky moves higher, this kind of mistake happens :)
I am stuck, was pulled into the bog;
My legs are hurting, my face is sweating,
My hands are on a floating log.
Looking up with a mind full of despair;
Saw a snowy white dove flying above,
A tattered bridge no one would dare.
Talking to noone, musing on my share;
Envying the past which I know would never last,
Looking for a company I am lying there.
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