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Mar 2020
From the hightest mountain to the lowest valley,
I pursued my shadows like a narrow alley.

Followed the path, cristal river, into the forrest.
Run around the blue lake, where the flower.
Crossed the desert, through the dune, into the bower.
Found myself at the openned ocean and still no rest.

To finally face, in the darkness of my thought,
only inside, there was nothing but nought.
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