Theoretically: Poem
I have a theory
From my memory.
If a stranger says
The things I need to hear,
It is an angel
Who does not know he is able
Create new memories to carry.
Perhaps placed at my path
On purpose.
Such a simple math
For a preface.
I look at my compass.
It always shows the road
To timeless brightness.
Tomshinsky@2026
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