RISE / Poem by Mar Thieriot

Poem by Mar Thieriot
To rinse my face
With sweet and cold water
Prepare a steaming coffee
Be made simple
Like a cloud
A purple color
On the top of the sky
The writing
The painting,
Soothe my heart
No need for noisy
No need for flashes
To contemplate a morning sun
What else may I ask for
To breathe secretly
In the garden of letters
To feel carried
By the discreet presence
of the Sages
At our side
To find a voice of light
On days of storm and fever
Clear and low voice
A little contrite
That weighs in words
To never hurt you again

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