Biography

 

First was the solitude of

the morning

that made me  float with

its hug of life that is to come.

 

Then is the solitude of

my death

that spreads out its afternoon of bells

against the wind of earth.

 

At last will be the solitude of

the night

that lets see the twinkling stars

and the moon’s lakes.

 

 

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