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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-01-15 | | See her running, without destination, without aim, running… for the pure joy … long strides… powerful, effortless she’s passing me, no hope of winning this race… I’m running, breathless, caught in a wheel, going round and round, moving but standing still, a dog chasing its own tail… Time, sand running through my fingers, the storm carrying me…into heaven, through hell… time… the fleeting moments of bliss when we meet, at last… when we walk side by side… beating with one heart, breathing with one soul… the beauty she shows me, moments of oneness with eternity Time, the darkness claiming all, the beast seducing, devouring, invisible shadow at my side, time, loyal friend in whose arms I come to rest, finally… when I can’t run anymore… Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2007
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