Almost nothing
Close and near
Step by step it'll bring
Futures in very clear
Almost nothing
Here and now
With moments to string
Tomorrow’s sow
Like balloons into air
Worrying is going
Lightness up the spiral stair
Everybody’s showing
Take the plough
Almost nothing
Close and near
Step by step it'll bring
Every inch and square
Almost nothing almost nothing
And try you right on
Feel the minutes how they ming
In between till they're gone
Permanent dwellings
Always feel too small
There are endless retellings
One for each appall
(The Barka Lyrics are around or over 200...)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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