Still Oneself Comments

I surrender to the infinitive love, I surrender to the mistery of nature, I surrender to all I have around while I am lost in the vacuum of my life, in the blur of the night, under the dominion of a round yellow moon. I cringe. I surrender to my real weakness, I surrender to the dark of the night. And my soul is almost clear and still I hold on to the images I see.
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