A rose..


A flower I didn’t see yet
Drops of red mist
Struck from silence and peace
Thin as a sheet
Thin as a corner at night
I didn’t see
I couldn’t hide

Briefly surprised
Like a tiger anxious
To gently strike

Listening to voices
The beginning and the end
I’ll overlook from a space
These images, these voices
To survive and live again

Read more in Vol. I (PS)


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