Poem by Désirée Jung
Blue of the day’s first hours
Light touch on the body’s soul
Imagine being completely alone
Even if nobody can be completely
anything.
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Feel the void stretching out life
traversing waters, their strange
sounds, chimera of flowers
desirous to live entirely
throughout all eternity.
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Who never stared at time
with a discontent gaze
hazing to avoid knowing
anything about that.
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May I have the humility
to re-cognize the limits
of the bodies, of nature’s force,
determining that I transform
every part of my perceptions.
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The falling of petals, the revealed truth
of the wrinkles superimposing the youth
of the image, idealized, re-fined
by a pathway of mirages.
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