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My darling, the word is seed of immortality,
Under one momentâ€™s shell hides the eternity,
Like inside the egg that keeps high flight of wing,
Until will come its time for taking spring;
It was enough one name, of you, the freedom messenger,
The age broke up and same the world; enchained as prisoner
Loveâ€™s eagle burst out from cinders, live,
With golden claws to kidnap us and lead unto the sky.
Who put in our souls these magic keys?
Same ages are our genius and equal our beauties,
We unlocked the sphere of the eternal ideas;
Returned at the supreme stencil that summoned us
From failureâ€™s forms unto the first and pure light,
For melting, we, into the white, divine delight...
Thursday, January 20, 1955
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