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“It builds even if it seemingly destroys,
It waits even if it seemingly is impatient.
I asked, “how could it be?”
The answer is irony.
It smiles even if it should be frowning,
It continues despite of numerous halter attempts.
I asked, “how could it be?”
The answer is endurance.
It stands even if it crumbles inside,
It remains clear even if it seems lost sight.
I asked, “how could it be?”
The answer is strength.
I have not yet learned so much,
Not until these taught me, lessons,
I can’t find in any book or classroom,
In any seminar or conference…
…But only between two people.
Whom all of the above has happened,
Yet cyclically prevails
Peculiarity against the norm.
“Yet so much more has to be learned,”
They say and they know.
Such a story remains open-ended
Ironies. Endurance. Strengths.
An experiential learning,
everyone thinks unnecessary.
May I now reject such statement?
There is this principle ought to be self-learned…
In this unending pedagogy,
I beg to learn.
I beg to stay.
I beg to live.”