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| V. Aurelian,'Green eyes and quiet morning' |
They trace the steps of every creature,
Every proud and shameful moment.
My Quiet Eyes are your salvation and destruction.
My Quiet Eyes witness
The birth of planets, constellations, ideas,
The death of stars,
The fall of kings,
My Quiet Eyes see everything,
The birth of babies,
The maiden voyages of ships.
The last day of school before the holidays.
But My Quiet Eyes are overwhelming,
They keep me trapped, alone, silent.
My Quiet Curse keeps me deaf, paralised, mute.
The babies open their mouths, but no sound leaves their mouths.
The children laugh and giggle,
And all I can do
Is watch noiselessly through my quiet eyes.
I watch the world incognito,
Like somebody who hasn’t paid their ticket at a cinema.
My Quiet Eyes
Keep their answers and knowledge and wisdom
Selfishly to themselves.
My Quiet Eyes have no equal in the universe,
No creature that can love my terrifying power,
No creature that will accept my dangerous love
My Quiet Curse keeps me surveying the world from a distance.
My Quiet Eyes mourn over everything.
They trace back the deeds of every mortal.
Every proud and shameful moment.
My Quiet Eyes are my salvation and my destruction.
(Emma Dimitrova, 12 years old, 16/05/21)
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