Trafika Europe 12 - French Bon-Bons

To Each Unfolding Leaf

Through which door has fled the language of the swarm over which path of living stones which secret never left untold We came to know you with the water’s noise with the leafy stalks of ivy needy sister torn from the thorns taken and taken again from the steps of sleep I’ve entrusted his head to falling meteors his fingers to playthings of the wind One last time blood is gushing beneath the bark O spring—unequaled brother leaning on silence and his new violin rib We wisely wish to bless life attaching sails to the spars of sand the constellations rise again into our hands Animals near the edges of woods to breathe and passerines bled by the light Even silence didn’t know how to free us

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