I have to go he said
I have to guide them
I musn't tell them where we go
I have to go he said
I cannot leave them
I need to help them with their fears
I am all so firm he said
I will not waver
I cannot save myself alone
I have to go he said
I might be useful
I will just stand by them for good
I have to go he said
I think the world ends
I know for me it ends with them
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Today, for him and her
and the children
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You see, here you'll find poems and prose of opportunity and seasons. They're ours, though, so we have to protect them. Respect! Thank you!
Readers are welcome! If you are willing to follow the iconian path, you should know that it is always you we are talking to, even if it is not. And that everything is true, even if it is not. We all are eternally united in the last space possible where even the impossible is real. We ought to believe the foretold: If we'll meet tomorrow, next year, or never, it doesn't matter, it's only time! And everything, even time is fiction.
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