the newcomer will be without you again,
already accustomed.
and at night, bitterly head bowing,
I whisper prayers.
all the years are my test,
you know that.
sometimes I fly away into oblivion,
you understand.
with you... and the word-elixir
on the wound,
I'm here alone, you're there alone...
Nirvana*.
* - oblivion, complete state of rest.
Inspiration-Sensation
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