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Madeon Nov 2024
When the time comes to tire,
I swallow the sun
in a single gulp,
while birch sap
slowly sings within me –
a song of light,
a song of night.
Madeon Nov 2024
Autumn morning
Old man hands picking apples
A woman hangs out laundry in the sun
I feel the wind touching the leaves
The bird flies across the field
Memories are born in a person
The story of a long road
Madeon Nov 2024
I lost my shadow
In the city’s reflection

My past became a willow
That grew up to the moon
Madeon Oct 2024
Colour is dangerous;
you fall into it.

And colour can swallow you,
and like music it is super emotional.

It is hard to stay distant.
Madeon Oct 2024
I long to be silent in silence,
so that a magnolia tree may bloom in my mind,
warmed by the hands of God.
Madeon Jan 2019
Your heart is your best compass.
Madeon Jan 2019
I will caress you the same way
how to caress me
amniotic fluid sea
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