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Apr 2019
Look at the stone amidst the stream,
It’s moving not although the waves,
Encircle it with hostile rim,
And try to crush by nights and days.

Desires’ flow wants us apart,
Let them not move us, not a bit,
They come and go. But in the heart,
The steady flame is always lit.
Yury Vasilyev
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Yury Vasilyev  46/M/Russia
(46/M/Russia)   
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