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First autumn day…
…has fall from unknown through the eye that never slept in the frozen silver mornings First day I felt it in my blood in my eyes and in my soul – then I lived it alone in a white rainbow The drop from the sky pleased is to fall on the track of a memory … to give birth to it! I lost myself in what I call THOUGHTNESS… then I felt the abyss of a dangerous plunge The peak of one sensation and the love for people shakes me The autumn lily throws down its pollen in the hope-cup I’m drinking of… Then I’ve got drunk from the passion of unknown and suffering of what we call LOVE… Someday I will build the museum of wax shapes of the memories – then I’ll be the Evil Demiurge!!! What will remain will be just the reminiscence of the memories All that has been will be no more... All that will be no more will not have been...
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