Waiting for something, the eyes are wide open

Slumberous souls entangled in a wily web of time

For a few moments the first light looks pleasant

Insurmountable losses flow like coarse grains of sand

Adjusting to the new language, a kind of consolation

Emotions jostle there, deep in the soul, repentantly

Nothing more to gather around the grave ditches

Faint borders, but steely resolve of the inimical forces

Fallen times trying to hold on to the faint future

Nature’s helplessness gathers momentum these days


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