words begin
to filter thoughts
after a longer time
the stones separate from
the water and then
you have to choose now
which to throw and
which to keep
which is clearer which
is more solid
more heavy and worth
the price of taking the
weight or letting go
that which keeps us cold
words become either
air or light and when
you begin to learn which
is more useful or
important, you think
twice about this matter:
shall i throw the filter too?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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