Between the sun and me
there is a veil of quietude
which protects my eyes
from the scratch of light
which spares my being
from the blister of knowledge
which allows my self
to breathe undisturbed.
So now the war is over
and now the love is over:
How beautiful the death
well prepared in advance.
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