Everything That Comes

Poem By João Tomaz Parreira

Everything that comes after
the fire, will be the substance
of the ash;
what comes after the storm,
a place
where I will remake the potteries
and will mold the clay;
everything that comes after
the voice, the echo of a name
of a love unexpected.

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