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![]() ![]() Amidst the leaves of grove of trees...Amidst the leaves of grove of trees A patch of sky. It is an open gate To, God knows, Hell or Paradise. I follow my eyes in their flight, That way, which leads to a new life But my flesh is still on this side. A robot that's endowed with soul, Imprisoned on this very soil. I wait the time... I wait the time...
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© Nadezhda Zaharieva, autor
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