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From whom I’d get
the belief that everything will be all right?
Who would give me
carelessness and taste of simplicity?
Then I wouldn’t play
a boring hide-and-seek with my fate,
then I would read in the sky
where is the path leading to my dream.
My thoughts would be light,
and I would disperse
the heavy clouds of grief
with just a broad and funny smile,
I would tie tiny knots 
(to remember something important),
I would fold the edges
of my diary pages.
I need to see things
which scattered sparks of joy,
and I need to see things
which are poisoned by pain of losses,
I need to go far 
to find something that’s close.
Only children are given this facility
to accept, believe and know - without being complicated.