Part That Was Left


The part that was left in mirror

was still young

Without the mist of the hills

which tells grass

grow or rot

Without the sun

which darkens,

burns,

makes cells multiply

to disastrous consequence

Without the moon

which is so needy

it pulls and pulls

water from sea

and blood from womb

Without the words

which were replaced

by steam

of shower.

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