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| Horses Under my feet the earth trembles from the hoof-strokes of the horses They speed away, wild, unbridled, terrified They advance the horses. Tied to their manes is my wishes shoulder to shoulder with them escapes my desires The air is full of the scent of the horses sorrow and a little bit of regret. In the horizon some small black dots are dancing and the ground upon which I'm standing is still again As if it were all a dream the dream of freedom or the sensation of a cell and fetters. Margut Bickel |
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