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World of shadows too blind to cry

Worms crowded together too weak to want

Running from reflection to reflection

We measure the world with measure of our blindness

Can you see while looking at the shadows?

Can you touch the shapeless illusion?

Can you hear the echo of words never told?

Can you taste your own transitory notions?

One colour of earth shimmering with different shades

Shapeless shadow independent of the light

Kneeling in the ruins of sacred towns

Crying on ashes of refuted truth

We shall remain and dream again

And moment of awakening is too short to recognize