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To Reflect to Phenomena
To reflect on phenomena
Coming and going, lights and shadows
The view is blurry and so much, various
I cannot recognise them, dead all. Gone
Objects, places, people, events, memories
Camphor? Glamour? Game? Or illusions
The non-existence of existence. It’s not being
Waterfall of
Dry river
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Vilmos Zoltan Galyo
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