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the haste
the haste
He writes day and night
why this hurry?
Does he sense
something coming near
His silence had lasted years
Inferiority
the killer of confidence
must be vanquished
As the body, weakens
the brain
is a galloping filly
not at easy
when in the stable
When he tired, closes his eyes
images
of a life on the sidelines
always an observer
So many thoughts
does nothingness
means zero
no light
nor night
He wants to tell his story
what's done is done
the rest does not matter
Copyright ©
Jan Hansen
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