Poem 20 Poem by Raquel Pinheiro
Poem 20
oh day!
who cares about the new that is already old
the search of the searching search is searched
rested apeace in a lake of lilacs
by the beacon light
your lack of character was the last wound
met all round with a sharp knife
for a sense of orderly normality takes over
and aligns the books and records
retaking a leaf, a misty passage
suddenly erasing the memory of the garden bench
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