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About This Poem
I picked up a marble
I was walking a dark path
Among black trees
Time always running
Careless and mysterious
I was running, towards nowhere,
Without meaning, without will
I flew and fell again and again
Over a dark and invisible ravine
Then, I picked up a marble
A translucent colored glass
I gazed unwittingly through it
Unable to close my eye
A sensation, new and unknown
A different world
Went straight through the marble
Was it just confusion?
But suddenly black became white
Impossible became possible
A pale smile appeared.
A flame of hope was born.
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