From corner to corner
a light trembles in the heart’s chambers.
Do I really know if the world
is on the back or in front of the mirror?
The truth is burning in moonlight
lighting a deserted hearth.

It snows with white pages and white cinders,
cherry petals.
The poet covered his dream in thousands of eyelids.
Me… I’m just looking through the eyes
of a torn wings bird.

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