Abstract poem about time - and the goddesses who spinning the yarn of time

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Glowing black fire

of longing at night

somewhere,

an old woman sits in the temple of destiny

spins

the tread of of time

since ages

her hands old

her tread extremly fine

endless steam of

fate, time and grace

and I walk the sabbath path,

two thousand steps

in each direction,

holding

star dew in my hands —-

I see the tread

my heart is burning;

loose

all time

- Flashback

only memories

remain

on the retina

of my eye —

By Sugar de Santo

From: Germany

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