Life just flew at a one-moment glance.
It was happy and sad in many simple traces.
Face got wrinkle while your hair was at a race.
That page was not too late or too soon to close.
Could it be another page
Maybe another life stage
Like finding the glory which no one can create.
You were a nomad but now are not.
Rotana K., English – គ្រូរត្តនា
November 3rd, 2025
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