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I hurried myself so that
The words wouldn’t disappear But today No word has to remain unwritten He writes with our souls The journal The poem The journey We read between lines Destiny by destiny Somebody adds a white step And the moment builds quickly A new verse Love by love Hate by hate Soul by silence Heart by heart We are just hearing The beatings of the seconds In saintHis chest Counting us: Click-tack click-tack Some of us are finishing earlier And they can hardly wait to get back home In the ink-bottle Some others pretend they didn’t hear the bell and they rest with the finger on the paper Somebody is joking: This is only a chess table On which God just plays dices But somehow we know all Without you …There’s no place for us!
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