Wrapped in silence,

she had all eternity

before her.

Words still lay on her

tongue, stirring a quiet

pain, awakening a thousand


(but she was an immaculate petal)

She had built a wall around

her to face the sky. Stones

of hatred cemented her soul

to the ground.

She was a creature without


(She had a limited sight of the stars)

Who would dare reconcile

the moon with her dreams

when the substance was


In captivity, he watched

her with half-closed eyes,

outside himself.

Within a seed, a thousand

flowers were sleeping gently

waiting for the wind to

reverse its direction.

Karla Bardanza

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