Lucian Blaga
Things we are among things.
Almost souls we are you and i,
By destiny we are what we are
Things we each carry so far,
Thoughts like stones, sometimes stars
And always desires.
On his own road each
would go forever somewhere,
Would go together, always together
But the road of clouds is too big
In our world altogether.
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