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Comments about Damien Vinsachi
Like A Vulnerable Doe...
Like a vulnerable doe
Touch the ground with trembling knees
Blessing gracefully the foe
Waiting calmly for a woe
Smiling weakly to the trees
Sand is gone, the roots are buried
Hours are falling on and on –
On your forehead. In the valley,
Lily leaves her snowy throne
Where’s the wizard? In the ruins
Now he eternally dreams
Visionary, ghostly, moony,
In the gown of weightless beams
Smart and cry forever banished
Snow is falling on the ground
Hopes and fears – they also vanished
Went away with rosy wound
Dream, not ...