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Maria Deyana

In cold dreamy evenings
In the depths blue oceans

In the dark sky of prediction
On the rock of spotting

For pure wideness of life
For empty islands of faith

The words were dying in their silence
With the fear of my heart

For a moment of love of anchor peace
In the endlessness I scarified myself

For paths with no return, for the most beautiful verse
About something called a Man .

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