i shall satisfy you all
none shall go home without a gift
i give you the beauty of
a silent face
to another the fullness of
open arms
and to the most patient of them all
i shall give what i have always kept
for quite a time
this nothingness of the mind
this anticipations of the soul
this path that leads to more
gardens of flowers in that
fertile fields of free formations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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