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Everything Flees and Returns
Everything flees and returns,
everything subsists and vanishes,
everyone talks and no one listens
The night grows opaque with distress,
ice and fire lash out drought
against hope
Besieged by man,
the moonlight has ceased to appear;
a world of muted landscapes
where sadness is perpetuated forever,
that is to say death...
Souls are broken
and no one absorbs the pain of misery,
...
Monday 19th August 2024 5:44 pm
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