An evocative poem about the word, by Eliza, for Different Truths.
Beautiful is the world
painted with the music of the word.
Like
a butterfly passing by,
who for a moment
intoxicates with the colouring of its body,
stopping
the breath of those thirsty for beauty.
Its sensual dance
is freedom of imagination.
And the word?
The word can be
the music
that can be heard
when it is quiet,
and yet silent.
©Eliza Segiet (Translated by Artur Komoter)
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