ExIsTeNcE
we exist,
we live,
we occupy
a position
and the years
are passing by
we get old
and we die
to eternity
we fly on
the wings
of our hope
and we
called it
our own
destiny
Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2007-02-10 at 00:10
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