People have picked me up
from a dusty shelf...
The image of a lighthouse in an eerie peace
of blue water looking cold even when it's warm...
Remember that roof at the top of the hill
where the silence grew thick...
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i don't think the soul lives in our eyes...
I can't erase the
raised by women alone stain...
Life,
Precious as it might be...
A hundred times my words
have changed but my voice...
Endless words,
dipped in religious colors...
Cover me over with melody
Cover me over with time...
Silence enfolded my heart
as your mysterious request for forgiveness...
A secret life
hidden away...
I travel all the woods,
I sleep in every burrow...