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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required While releasing the twilight to his bed from a silent mountain the leaves of the big trees are falling the birds wander aimlessly embrace the clouds as home floating without wings. The rain fell weeping on the steadfast corals watched a stallion busy training with a swirl of power in his eyes like tendrils spreading the colors of rain on his back which was soaked and flowing profusely without anyone knowing mama's tears drowned with the rain debris weaving the history of the wounds of the earth's body because there is no better season to love him. When the body is burned by every word that hurts with hot breath meeting eyes the source of life opens its lips and flows all the strands that are shattered at every moment that greets and spins your shadow on the circle of the breath of love itself. With every downpour that cuts off your head and throws it to the ground, as a sign that the eye of life is shrinking back to a small garden—its origin. To the grove that calls me to understand that every solitude i have ever known is a silence spewed by birds and trimmed lamp wicks—casting shadows on the bare walls and telling stories flavored with the milk of my ancestors, but like an unblown bud that will never hear or know such stories. Each seed—centuries ago—was a living heart that grew in the black soil of her body and was forgotten among the tense bodies. As the sun set, they rumbled like snails opening their mouths and spoke of her body's suffering, neighing with their endless pain. And together we sipped palm wine from different coconut shells, savoring each separate memory, with the ash falling from the sky, entangling her body with roots that gripped the soil tightly. On this land—I will step again toward rebirth, with the prophecies of the gods touching every probing finger and walking the same path, with my body lying on the grassy shoulder like a broken noose. Oh; The flowers of the night awake like eyes without lids a child's laughter stutters weakly under the whip of the rainy season the fire of the eyes dims and goes out and under the sun that every day bathes in blood and rises in an empty house is a sign that—we are not angels. Atambua-NTT, December 3, 2025
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