Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
26.12.2025
17
Sometimes Puppet Hums
Pain and pleasure
Past and future
Scent and stone
Thought and bone
Arrival, departure
Solace and torture
Breath and pause
And chains
And laws
Space and relation
Each your creation
I think, anyhow
You planned
You know
I am to stay
Destined to play
In a game, not mine
I say, it is fine
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