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Every morning I spend some time to ask.

When morning
Before the sun peeked
Browse my way to a new city
The place where I could sit in silence
Kneel in prayer
I said:
“Father … what exactly was I looking for?”
“Why am I here?”

Every morning I spend some time
To ask
No never heard answers
What is less loud screams?
Or because of lack of hearing?
And why
When in the silence
as if no time limit and the desire
that there is only eternity

Drizzle this
The whole body wet
Bringing the good news or sad
All must pass
Straight roads, steep, or winding
Up and down
Until one day I found what I was looking

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