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Sunday, September 30, 2012



Fishing hopes this river,
The curves of the path are fatal,
The days actually never,
The darkest time is announced.
And when I challenge meaningless
As much as now surely betray,
In the struggles, the yearnings as venal,
And the song in some corner, distant and cold.
But what will not even know,
How I wished this life
Not even an illusion tells me where.
Fishing in the river, what will?
The hard suffering to good manna.
Only the hook now own answers ..


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