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Jul 2019
So many souls smile on me,
so many eyes look up on me,
those hands that hang on me
Why not me?

Want me to see going,
walking straight worth following,
moving presence, future doing
How can I?

Too much goodness
for you and everyone
turns to madness
for you my restless mind

Put me down
and stretch me in the line
Pick me up
the rope that you can climb
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   Bogdan Dragos
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