She whispers with a voice
shade, lower all words of oblivion.
This language reveals
the real secret
poses a balm
on our wounds,
borrows from our night
his kingdom Upcoming
silent sky
heard inside us.
Here is transmitted
suddenly, without saying a word,
between two silences,
when dying,
one secret of peace.
Darkness expectancy , Ed. Arfuyen.
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