more and more beautiful, strong trees
with healthy root are already taking
root in the earth. will be friendly. more
than the man, which we are failing to meet.
so dispassionately, indifferently
asexually, bottom and everyday,
I always pass each other unemotionally,
and even without the interest,
lightly I am passing each other as
no one's so, no one's and not a matter,
out of date it, invalid,
normal stupid thing to do... only trees
more and more beautiful, strong... our
in this large park, right behind the gate...
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Cycle devoted to my dead friend from youthful years - JN
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