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Arcane

Crossroads against us
The rails missing
The mystery awaiting
But how to survive

Patience is the past
Time flies
The wrinkles are
Already deep

So shout loudly
How to survive
Chances faded away for
Us

Kneel for prayer
To noone’s Lord
Words up into the air

But whilst they become raindrops
Fall back onto the ground
All is crying over the world

2025.01.09.

Published in2025Lhotka LászlóVersek - PoemVersek & Media