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At the crossroad between calm and storm
Wild beast’s lamentation resounds.
Time stands still, empty thoughts prowl
Stealthy crying wandering soul;
Unto nowhere your view spreads,
With the unknown your heart come-grips;
Ahead the gateway is witness humankind
Seeing angels in close order stride.
White frost is falling from the sky,
Your soul turned into boundless wild.
Whether she has gone life alongside you goes by
From sores outlines a track of saintly wine.
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