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A Horseman
Clatter on the road.
Sheathed
Into rigid armor,
Has hidden his stubborn glance.
Clatter on the road -
That's how sounds the future
Penetrating into the past,
And calmly.
Insistently
It's counting the winkles on the palm .
Let this sounding never end ! |
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