So quickly goes the day and becomes night
when you are struggling with words,
trying to catch fleeing meanings,
to make dead poets' thoughts
they etched in sentences speak
in your own language and time,
stammering and stuttering,
limping across the white expanse
of the pages where you dropped them,
reforged and reborn in your mind.
13.03.2025
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