There may be many stones,
Yet there is only one stone
Which measures distances
There may be many birds,
Yet there is only one bird
which takes over the loneliness of the stone
And meets the horizon with his eyes
There may be many horizons,
Yet there is only one horizon
Which speaks to your eyes
There may be many words,
yet there is only one word
which tells you nothing is lost, nothing is gained
in the confluence of light and shade
After a whole life wears out, the last particle
that remains as my existence
is only one memory
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