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Healing Flames
The dawn is fresh and brisk.
A strong cold wind
blows, bending the bloodied grasses, into scarlet infinity.
And no-one suffers because someone else is hurt,
his soul weakened by a mortal wound.
I measure with my stare the piercing distance
that, like a door into an unfamiliar, strange land,
guards someone's dreams...
I'm torn apart inside,
but I'm aware that the eternal seed
that I have carried earlier, and sought to sow in others,
will blossom at some time at least in one man's heart.
And now what's left to me is watching that red fire,
and welcoming, in the freedom of despair,
the entrance into the scarlet gates of the unknown.
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The dawn is flaming hard,
and in those flames I shall immerse myself,
and fade forever...
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Empathy
My soul, what ever do you want?
For many days I have found no place for myself, for many days my eyes have been trying the ground.
My soul no longer agrees to stay inside me,
leaks out of my fingertips into the wide world. I fly with the seagulls in the sea of blue, bend my green thin body in the wind,
fall in a thousand raindrops and feed the rich soil.
Once I have been like anyone, simple and strong,
and thought I knew something about something... But then one day something unspeakable touched my heart, and the sky poured into my eyes.
Since then, I speak not, become what I sense,
and harbor the whole world in my breast.
I'm so tired... why this torment
of being torn into a thousand living parts?
Or maybe it is just that my soul, wishing to leave my body, wants to grow as grass out of the earth?
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