Life in spite of everything 7 … Just another poem…

Young wild mint in an abandoned courtyard, in the crack of concrete.

My soul … wild mint.
Sweet and bitter in the arms of the earth.

Hidden in gentle grass … Gentle grass as a gentle tree …
In a gentle embrace.

One cracking soul …
A new life …
Simple, plain, eternal…

In the heart of the night silence smells strong and smooth.
I live in my heart’s silence.

Simple and plain.
Me, myself and I.
Wild mint and gentle grass. Everything.

Young violets: leaves hidden in the grass.

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