WORDS
That tremulous flame
cries
in the song of silence,
WORDS fill my head
they have nothing left to say
their time is past,
WORDS ~ a crumbling milestone
in the desert,
But have we reached it
or does it recede in the distance?
In trying to solve this question
I stand still
and a warm wind blows forever.
(1979)
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