Flowering Garden with Path
The lies we tell are like toys,
easy to break. Like gardens
where we play hide and seek,
and, in our excitement, make a sound
so people will know where to look.
You are the wind that catches our voice,
our own shadow grown longer.
You collection of lovely holes
in the sponge that we are.
Collected French Poems
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"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
Go ahead, bloom recklessly!