coming year

the newcomer will be without you again,
 already accustomed.
 and at night, bitterly head bowing,
 I whisper prayers.
 all the years are my test,
 you know that.
 sometimes I fly away into oblivion,
 you understand.
 
 with you... and the word-elixir
 on the wound,
 I'm here alone, you're there alone...
 Nirvana*.
 
 * - oblivion, complete state of rest.
 
 
 Inspiration-Sensation
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