onsdag 11. mai 2016

Alone, in the wilderness, I want to weep like the rivers, I want to grow dark, to sleep like an ancient mineral night...



Is peace the peace of the dove ?
Does the leopard wage war ?

Is the sun the same as yesterday's 
or is fire different from that fire ?

How long do others speak
if we have already spoken ?

Is it always the same Spring
who reprises her role,
forever ? Or ?


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