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Sometimes
remain the eyes silently full
Into the deep orbit of an image
they ditch desires
Hollow is the mouth
down on a tempting heat
And still a vein throbs
Snuggling its violet nuance
There are cloudy mornings
out there
And a round sunny hour
which sounds
And corn flowers tickling
my nose
where Gods play and laugh
That fringe on a superb lip
falls for me
Dancing slowly on a lone body
I water
There where no lies grow
And life comes to a rebirth
Again
Wild is a breath
A bunch of ecstatic fire
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"And life comes to a rebirth again" seems a little superfluous in context of the growing things. The thought is already well expressed without this line.
I enjoy your voice and your use of syntax: "Wild is a breath," "Hollow is the mouth," etc.
