the time has come
to say, this is enough
we do not need anything
the room is full
there is nothing more
to cook
in the kitchen
we only watch time passing away
prepared for the
next eventuality
the vagabonds in us are waking
all feet are ready
not a bag shall be carried
the world comes around us
and we are carried...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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