difficult
to say.
so, i struggle
and struggle,
so little time
to know,
less to convey.
and how
can all
this time
amount
to nought,
as if
we have
nothing
but time
no hope
and no
dispair?
look into
your future.
see your
own face
as it was,
brother,
sister,
before
mother
and father
were born.
open
your eyes
on venus.
one, left
by sarva david
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