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Too High To Reach Or Nothing

the heights - too high - can't reach the head, the hands over the emptiness it stands like the earth pole line - unshaped dead all beneath the roots of it running - driving - tuning with the stormy winds and then losing - and then disappearing the heights - too high; none can reach but the mind - the imaginative mind - the confident faith - all in one day will be Faded glory 04.08.2020 Chattogram

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