Genre: Spiritual, Life, Awakening, Hope.
I will not carry the torch,
I will not steer the solar chariot.
My eyes open – crystal doors,
My nostrils pant – in the air superb,
My lips awaken – for You,
And for the two of us alone.
I’ve been searching for the Beautiful in the Mislands
But the infinite is there, where they’ve said,
The beautiful Old, with their invisible wings.
I’ll take a bath in the perfect drink
The same sour cup of the Winner.
My fragile essences will be born
Just for You, just for Us.
And the space – just for us !
I see me flying, I see me floating.
© 1996, 2013 Dora Marii
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