The night emptied the room,
It drew around it a circle of silence.
We heard from far away the bites of the breeze,
Women whispering wind-words.
You murmured:
I breathe through my eyes, my ears, my skin.
It's years now that I was waiting for that breath.
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from www.trilogyofthemirrors.com
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