Though all our traces may be wiped clean just like candles at dawn and you
Little sentry guard, you fall once again through the fissure of night armed with nothing
The dogs that sniff out the lineage of ghosts, listen to them barking, listen to
In some eyes you see the indigo dregs left by twilights as they fade— a
Here are your keepsakes: this mild blight of violets falling uselessly on forgotten days and
Du trefonds de l’abime ramasser son couragesuivre patiemmentla route aridedu combat de tous les joursde
J’accueillel’aube nouvellesur mon pays. Le rythme de la Natureresponda celui du Coeur dansle plus haut
Je les aime les Minarets ils m’enchantent. Par leur elan vers le ciel je me
“Oh, mysterious Sphinx, what do you want of me? You dominate all and your strong
Where is your luggage? Madam… as you tour the world? I do not have any
