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Mar 2022
Such a weird thing in its nature ;
It flings out of space,
It is wild,
As unexpectedly gentle sometimes.
You are waiting
With unwrappable hands
Around its purpose,
And then suddenly
You are in the right moment.
Written by
Ursula Wolf  25/F/Hungary
(25/F/Hungary)   
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   Salmabanu Hatim
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