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Dec 2014
Despair,
Its imminence presented by
Gray hairs,
Slowed breaths,
Stooped body;
And its possibility hidden by
Bold movements,
Exploding eyes,
Powerful songs.

Desperation,
Its nearness noted by
Promises,
Promises,
Promises,
And terrible hope.

Time,
Its absence realized by
zu spät zum;
which is the state
of being too
late.
when someone who fills your life with light is losing light him/herself

[es ist] zu spät zum [+ substantiviertes Verb] [z. B. Umkehren]
[it's] too late for [+ verb-derived noun]
Nishat Firoj
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Nishat Firoj  United States
(United States)   
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   lost in my mind
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