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| Photo courtesy: Roxana Munteanu |
We jumped into the unknown world
The not-knowing was such a
mysterious pain:
We saw colors and darkness in
turn or at once
We moved and swam the style we’ve never
given a try
We tried to hold on something we
could't trust
And the doubt was always the
faithful shadows
The not-knowing was also a chance, however:
new colors would fill our souls,
the song of wave would soften our moves,
and trust would not be a sweepstakes to fight for:
for they were grants for the brave soul which once had lost
We jumped into the unknown
and different world
and different world
And thus, that’s another bitter pain.
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NB: written for Every Photo Tells a Story: Creative Prompt #12 and Poets Rally #74
