beryl sirmacek Poems

till I forget where I came from
I walked in the forest
till I forget where I wanted to go
till I forget all directions
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creator of the love sits inside of your chest,
how much you received is not your test,
in the evening of life you will be asked,
how much you've created, how much you've sent,
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As if I can see something new,
I was in the forest again,
As if I can feel something new,
I was so very excited to sit on wet meadow,
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