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Thursday, August 22, 2013

At full moon

At full moon

At full moon
I follow my shadow
finding a path

Specks of tar on the road
like a black lizard,
rustling in the forest

Both feet on the ground,
walking,
I feel how fragile
this heavy dancer,

my vulnerable self :
just a glimpse
of long gone stars

I wonder
if I follow myself,
a dream
or always

just a shadow

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