Primordial Necessity

My impatient fate Approaches me, Stepping zealously On the air. It approaches me quietly, Without noise, It comes from The remote area. And I feel That in no time, It’ll open With its burning fingers The sacred, the whitest Door of mine.  Tsira Gogeshvili "Original Sin is accounted for by the sin in the Originals. …

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