Memories, stones of the past
in a motionless foundation
Build us for an eternity

Memories, birds of the north
open the doors of darkness,
and the doors of light,
and again fly south

Memory, colorful rugs
Woven with threads of cobweb
Spread out for flight
Flight from the foundation.

Translated by Keith Doubt

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