Solitude It’s very dark... «A Village Life»

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  11 октября 2020

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  Solitude

  It’s very dark today; through the rain, the mountain isn’t visible. The only sound is rain, driving life underground. And with the rain, cold comes. There will be no moon tonight, no stars.

  The wind rose at night; all morning it lashed against the wheat— at noon it ended. But the storm went on, soaking the dry fields, then flooding them—

  The earth has vanished. There’s nothing to see, only the rain gleaming against the dark windows. This is the resting place, where nothing moves—

  Now we return to what we were, animals living in darkness without language or vision—

  Nothing proves I’m alive. There is only the rain, the rain is endless.

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