Time sleeps in the distant desert,
and sitting softly under the yellow sun,
dried and dehydrated,
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Suppose, Poetry by Maria Maturana
We could live our lives again
And stitch the lose end,
Rebuild unseen parts
Would we keep the forgotten
The invisible words forsaken?
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