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People are the most diverse landscape
and with or without the support of happiness
we go on because we are
a tangle of veins
within which the thought
goes in and out in a trance
until we become less incomplete
or until we were what we still weren't.
People are landscape, pasture.
DeepL.com - Deutschland, may 2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem