Best Poem of A.B. Andersen

Togetherings At Last
The long distances that separates us maeks us suffer
Sufferings are the modern prize we pay for advances
We could go back but who would that help?
The answer is nobody on this planet

Nomatter where we are, we must observe the forces
The forces that operate within and without
We cannot do a difference . . .
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To dare
to get grept
the volatile mood

The sweetness
The alerted senses
A feeling of presence
Gone with a dropp of rain . . .
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