These days over the cloudsMake me feel I am proudOf my constant researchingEven if I found nothingThese days over the cloudsAmong woods and speaking mouthsMay be I’m just a crumbleFrom which bread am I come from?And Job says grief can’t have sense If you see in it the absence You need to give direction Towards God It’s natural…
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