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Rite

Rite


Heavy with human suffering,

weeping is the yoga of conscience.

The moon is not heard, but confesses - absolves

anyone who feels pain without a name.

Because where the light itself dreams,

you are your own religion.


©Szweda

Castlerock 2023

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