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There are moments burnt in my memory,
places Iāve not been or ever seen.
Like an ancient verse engraved in smooth limestone,
illuminated slightly by the half-moonās glow.
When I walk on broken ground
thereās the sound
of soft singing all around.
Like every bending tree is whispering to me:
as I am now someday youāll be.
Time moves forward like a delicate stream
I use to gaze at my reflection.
But when days cascade over a waterfall,
Will I even recognize myself at all?
When I walk on broken ground
thereās the sound
of soft singing all around.
Like every bending tree is whispering to me:
āAs I am now someday youāll be.ā
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@lykos1979
1 month ago
I can feel the Spleen. I love it. Greetings from Italy
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