*'In The Beginning Was The Word' - Poem by ONElia AVElar
but now the lake of words is dry
the eyes produce no rain
from clouds of thoughts
the pink flamingo
of my nose bows down
to reach my mouth
i do not keep the silence
i do not... but guess
the silence keeps me...
or may be not...
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