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Suddenly we hear cawing,
above us a black wing.
And then like wildfire,
the sky was covered with friars.
The Nobel rays of light were striving,
but none could penetrate the black army.
Even the sparkling treasures have gone dark
for they too were lit only by rays of light.
In the endless darkness, noise and fuss,
A handhold arrives for each of us.
If we are persistent and strong enough,
we can cling to it and look out over the crows.
Believe me! Up there is still care and heartfelt love.
Kovács Nóra XII. R
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