søndag 23. august 2015

WHO KNOWS...


I cannot speak to you about that brilliance.
Today I only want to find the lost rose,
hidden in the sand.
I want to share the oblivion.

I want to see the long minutes
displayed like flags,
hidden in the silence.

I want to behold the concealed lover.

I want to know.


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