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- My Stella - 71
My life
Time hast gone through windy way for mind's
motiveless fantasy and aching courtesy.
Dreamy pain to fight with nothingness drains
Vim vigour and vitality.
I wast alone in the forest of wild, witless brute,
and my spirit suckling wast asleep.
Years painful evocation through silent solicitude arises and awakens my heart's joy and I am a living presence Now.
My dream's delight is my fate now and I am her hymnist.
I wast lost and in the abyss of my ignorance my stella wast lost.
Now glittering morning shines with promises of life.
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