[Some of our dreams] Poem by Martine Audet

[Some of our dreams]



Some of our dreams spoke the language
Of emptiness, like a love,
we exhaust extreme energies,
then the despair.

We saw the beauty
(an East of hearts, executing letters)
but cannot find an answer to the evil
beating us
and what remained
in our eyes,
with the wind,

climbed the light.

Translated by Amanda Horn

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