84 Between us seven hours, and they do not leave -- The seven scars across the faces of the clocks, The seven turnings of a maze around the wall, When we are standing with this wall between us, still -- When we are standing face to face, split by the stone, And catch each other's breath, not hearing a sound, And hold each other's eyes, not seeing in the dark, Not lonely, not together by the dead-end wall. Between us seven hours, but we cannot move -- The only seven crossroads, but we cannot turn -- When, through the stone, our eyes are held, our breath is caught, And time is circling in the maze from me to you.







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IRENE CĂSAR
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