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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-05-24 | | Clear and cold the night, arms open wide, inviting … I step inside her heart Far away a dog is barking, the faint cough from a cow, a twig breaking beneath my feet… tiny shadows rustling through the bushes, ferrets, startled by me, the intruder… As I sit down quietly and merge with the night, fade away inside her womb her soul is taking mine by the hand… Above the moon is smiling, watching my tiny fire burning another part of my life, case closed, joy and tears melt into ashes, smoke swallows past mistakes; no memories, nothing visible or touchable at least, to remind me… and the smoke forms a new shadow in the whispering night, the wind blows it to the north, south, west and east like the spirit of peace rising from a Cherokee pipe Sybille (Sydney)Krivenko GISC2052924 2007
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