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Renewal

I was old and miserable and decrepit,
worn out by too many sorrows,
problems galore and worries without end,
but someone came along,
and it was you.
The spiritual healing of such wounds
that bleed to death inside the soul
without an outer trace of anything
is more miraculous than any other cure,
than any medicine and wonder,
and there was an urgent need of it.
The question now is:
how to keep it up,
maintaining this our new reunion
without new mistakes and failings,
without getting all dispersed,
disintegrating into pieces?
All we need is to keep up communication,
that's the only life-line,
which, when working,
can accomplish any miracle
and make all problems vanish,
blissfully transformed into surmounted challenges.

Poetry by Christian Lanciai