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f.vercnocke
NAMASTE
When you are
lost, you sometimes find a way out,
when you stop looking, you are the way.
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Mother |
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When on
my journey
I was thirsty
you gave me
strength
when I
was looking
for a way
out of this
desert
you gave me
the key
when I
at night
was searching
in the sky
for a new light
you gave
a million torches
and so,
peacefully,
I went
to sleep
b.vercnocke
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