Poezie
Words
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I’m here again without a string
I follow roads without my wings
I step inside and go forward
And follow shadows with my word.
Keeping the touch of my highest word
A chaos struggle with its sword
And touching the smallest giant it may be
It makes you seek if you will see.
So stop the analytic word for once
And slow the wonder of a dance
‘Cause time is perfect, rushed and slow
And stops the chaos once for all!
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