And by the roots it ripped and took them out,
It was enough, It had no doubt,
All the answers were so close,
For nothing would stop it’s craving for what,
It had found, now,
At last.
The light, so far, so close, so warm and sudden,
Was it blinding? Was it pleasent?
Might it be from god a present?
It doesn’t matter, it is new.
It is now granted,
It is truth.
„Here I am, roaming amongst!“
With a rattling sound it cried.
The earth quaked and heavens lit,
And all around awakened quick.
And since then,
Just until now,
It is still walking,
Roaming around.
( Painting by Ruxandra Popescu, thank you, darling. )
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