These long nights,
subterranean travels
into what was once
the 'soul' are now
what goes as existence;
between gray, pale light
engulfed in the waters
of memory, comforting
and cold in the truth
their still darkling
waters mirror
inside us, the truth
whose seeds are growing
the tree in which we
are hanging.
28.12.2022
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