After this -
Nothing.
No wanderings
Through barren lands,
No prayers hummed
In deserted tents.
After this -
All shall be nothingness,
But a fluttering shadow
And a broken ring:
The remnants
Of our past dwellings.
After this -
Nothing.
No wanderings
Through barren lands,
No prayers hummed
In deserted tents.
After this -
All shall be nothingness,
But a fluttering shadow
And a broken ring:
The remnants
Of our past dwellings.
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