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A bilingual (English & Romanian) personal journal of more or less rhyming thoughts.
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Destiny (100 verses)
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Monday, November 07, 2005
Philosophy
There's no time, there's no land,
There's no space you can pretend,
There's no light, there's no dark,
Just silence under bluest arch.
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