Has never happened...
So in the melted gaze The naked forest Is engraved The road hacked With an axe In the snow Dazzling-white From rare crows The ashy hearth Of the Sky The day is dragging With its Creviced hoof Over the forehead Have you really looked forward To your vocation Or at once Got stuck with your Dead roots Into the ice Pressing the bank's edge Against the throat Or were you still Behind this desperate Figure of the forest Holding tightly In the palms The cutting pebbles Of the fate and what Has never happened thus But could’ve * Written February 22nd, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 05:00 PM PST 0 • 12
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