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Life crawls, bravely, out from this black forest
This starving night is my chapel
The bells ring for me to dance along with dark tulips
The ache is still
I am torn
I am desolation
I am immensity

by Camelia Dragusin

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Black forest provokes thought where a man looses freedom of choosing road. Bravely coming out from this is wise to realize freedom and awakening life to get food of real wisdom for mind. Amazing poem is shared.10