some cornflowers

there is such freshness
under the tent fabric
stuck upon my lips and nostrils
that i can almost feel through a grass blade vein
all heavy dewdrops from ten thousand and one mornings

there is such beauty
that i forgot how airplanes can crush
for those who dare to dream
for others too
after they died all their deaths

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