VIII
Undish
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As broken dreams eternity you are
And truly real touch of friendly hand
That seems to be the last resort
You are the silence after the heaviest storm
And the sound of dust falling down, on coffin lid
You are a born of love need of giving oneself to the neighbours
And a longing cry for freedom
You are certainty born of uncertainty
And awaiting butterfly
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