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Poem

David Vogel

Through the forests

Through the forests
night passes, a silent echo
like a pale blue thread.
 
When the universe falls asleep                
an old man will wake in the blackness
and listen to the galloping of all his days.
 
On a snow mountain that never was
again for a moment two horsemen meet
and turn without saying a word
each to his own way.
 
Night swiftly swallows up
two black horses.

Through the forests

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Through the forests

Through the forests
night passes, a silent echo
like a pale blue thread.
 
When the universe falls asleep                
an old man will wake in the blackness
and listen to the galloping of all his days.
 
On a snow mountain that never was
again for a moment two horsemen meet
and turn without saying a word
each to his own way.
 
Night swiftly swallows up
two black horses.

Through the forests

Through the forests
night passes, a silent echo
like a pale blue thread.
 
When the universe falls asleep                
an old man will wake in the blackness
and listen to the galloping of all his days.
 
On a snow mountain that never was
again for a moment two horsemen meet
and turn without saying a word
each to his own way.
 
Night swiftly swallows up
two black horses.
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