Just snippets of words on a shred of paper
scrunched into a roll,
just snippets of words expressed,
nonsensically whirling in the air,
just snippets of words and a sleepy heart,
just snippets of words and hands groping in emptiness,–
only the soul will never perish
even if it is silent.
Snippets of words © Ladanseuse
Transl. Slovíčka
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