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All sprouts were destroyed
By the oppressive heat and wind.
Scattered into dust across the earth,
What was reaped – you didn’t notice.

Sifting through your hand,
A handful of enchanted sand,
You only threw more wood into the fire
Of your ghostly dreams.

How many days did you seek freedom
In the prison of fears and grievances?
How many times did you wish to be
Humiliated and forgotten?

But in the despair of indifference,
Again, like thunder across the earth,
Past happiness spreads,
Shining like the sun in the darkness...

(since April, I think)

За всем следят машины благодати и любви.