doubts and
other things
made for
torment,
rinse my
sorrows
in memory
water,
i arise like
the young sun,
pure and
innocent.
It's a
moment,
splendid and
child-like,
but it comes
just once
every 24
hours.
[From the collection 'Some texts are made of leaves', shortlisted for the Gratiaen Award 2011]
This is one of the best.
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