Where did the double-edged day that had changed everything


Won’t there be a navigable river for us?

Won’t there be a sky dripping the morning dew

for the soul that the lotus benumbed and nourished?

On the stone of patience we long for the miracle

that opens the heavens and everything becomes possible

we long for the angel as in the ancient drama

when the open roses of twilight

vanish…scarlet rose of the wind and fate

you remained only in memory, a heavy rhythm

rose of the night you passed purple undulation

of the undulating sea…The world is simple.