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Oct 2019
if we are passing the time, are we moving?
are we keeping our minds or are we losing?
do the things that we seek make our hearts sing?
or does everything leave our Souls with nothing?
I can speak for myself, but I don’t want to
not right here or right now, I can’t help you
I would rather hear You speak of beginnings
than lead all my own thoughts to only endings
if we are moving with Time, It won’t pass us
we’ll be keeping our lives once we become dust
“Ибо Он знает состав наш, помнит, что мы — персть. Дни человека — как трава; как цвет полевой, так он цветет. Пройдет над ним ветер, и нет его, и место его уже не узнает его.”
‭‭Псалтирь‬ ‭102:14-16‬
Olga Valerevna
Written by
Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
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