Witness to a contemplation

The world is always beautiful at dusk
bears witness to a contemplation, when traumas are licking my legs
like stray tears that do not know their own secret
rest in my arms and fill your source
then drink the spice of yourself
frozen, we warm ourselves in the night’s cold embrace
falling asleep like a freedom
and life is born during the dream
when the agony you gave disappeared.

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Nature and Landscapes

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