What a moment!
As if I was silenced
so I could hear the voice
of nature singing on a cold winter day
as if I was made nonexistent
so I could feel existence
in that field
which is no dream
no faceless thing...
below the snow, below the bent grass,
below the rocks and the sleeping flower,
below the roots of an old tree,
below the dark,
a burning fire, a burning fire
which is my heart.














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