ECHOES FROM ONE TO ANOTHER - POEM


In a dream I am standing,

At the entrance to a forest,

Here there are constructed,

Numberless arches that radiate light,

When I step through them at night,

My body floats gently in the air,

At this precise moment,

When I am on the cusp of sleep,

My shadow vanishes,

And with it my weight.

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