There is a very white lily
and a blue silence
imposed on all earthly things

I look at myself
while indulging in the need to find my essence 
to only find a big abyss
an invisible garden 
and a white wall

My bowl is empty
there are no walkers in this dense forest
only birds and other animals
the ones that have always kept me company  

Look at my arms
Extended waiting for your embrace
Look at my chest
is open wide like a small door               
Look at my naked bone and my eyes

I am an ambitious poem that has been wasted

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