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Monday, August 22, 2016

Someone at last...

Someone at last will recall
the resting silences
of the birds.

We are impulses
in the jungle
of desolation.

Somewhere,
childhood has awakened
all the imperceptibility
of a kiss
ancient as the color
of paradise.

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found this in an old file of poems. I am not sure if it is a translation or a poem I wrote. I will have to see if it is by Lola V. or not. It is not a super-bad poem, but just sounds like a parody / translation of her work.

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