CARTE BLANCHE #24
It can be a word It can be a phrase
I can be a voice It can be a void
And the moment burns into flame
Silent and untouchable
Secret and desirable
You are being moved
You are being pushed
Each yesterday turns into craving
Each tomorrow turns into hoping
Hours burn
Days fly
Yet nothing happens
Yet everything brightens
It only takes a word a phrase a voice a void
And the moment burns into flame
Throughout lovers’ silence
Despite lovers’ distance
Justine T. Annezo – June, 14th 2026 – GTM+2
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 