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Jul 2021
Just waiting, passes the time,
as people passing by,
just walking along the way,
so the wind can blow and say.

Still, always you may feel,
still, always you heal free.

Sense of life, goes on you,
sense, surrounding, flow with you.

Still, nothing to see, nothing to say...

... But, however, always, something.
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   Bogdan Dragos
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