less time less time





The red glove has holes by now
the orange one can go back to winter
and sadness leaves drop by drop
like an old hangover
The small palace has nothing but praise
for the sleeping star on circles
Up and down go the black hills of breath
while eyes smile another miracle
of life and love with no agenda





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Chameleonian Times, works by Helene Vanderhulst

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