The Perpetual sky

House of Heart

My hands are filled with words

concepts play out in my in mind.

Speechless with emotion

they are lost in the abyss of

my memory,

folding and unfolding

like the pulp of ancient trees.

I’ve covered by eyes with roses

so as not to see

a thousand doves above me

pressed against an endless sky.


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