Tiny Creatures by Matěj Plachta
It makes me blue, knowing how time flies,
when I am trying hard to catch the moments passing by,
the glimpses of happiness, fleeting like those tiny creatures in your eyes
that you see when looking at the cloudless sky,
clear like my mind when I try to find
the right words to write about you and I.
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