What do we fear is life itself -
after it has stung our reaching,
grasping hand one time more
than we can bear; it still stings
and the hand quivers when you
try to put it forth, but believe
me, until all the leaves have
turned brown and fallen,
reach out with your good
hand until it stings as much.
22.-23.08.2023
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