Narcissus

 Encircled by her arms as by a shell,
she hears her being murmur,
while forever he endures
the outrage of his too pure image.
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Wistfully following their example,
nature re-enters herself;
contemplating its own sap, the flower
becomes too soft, and the boulder hardens.
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It's the return of all desire that enters
toward all life embracing itself from afar.
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Where does it fall? Under the dwindling
surface, does it hope to renew a center?

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