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A step, he made, another one, arrived
From outside, in to shelter, to hide
From the rain, from the sun, from the unknown
From the people, the noise or the foretold.

Another, he made, now closer, encroaching
As the darkness was setting, intruding, approaching
As the rain was now fading, the dripping was gone
And the people were nowhere, all but just one.

A step, he made, another, forgotten
As she only stood there, all broken and rotten
As her hand was now stretching, no flesh and no bone
From her ghost of a mouth a whisper, alone:

“No mountain, no river, no crevice you`ll cross
Will ever allow you to run from your cross!
No step and no darkness will ever enshroud
This path of your journey was never allowed!”

A step, he made, the last one broke free
From darkness to light, to sun and now free.






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