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The unknown

Black flags throbbing

in the wind

like imprisoned birds' wings.

 

For days and nights

we'll walk, bowing our heads

and in silence,

until we'll reach

the grand dark door.

 

Like unawared children

we'll remain there anxious

in front of the opening

Door,

gazing.

 

David Vogel

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Taken on October 5, 2009