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2019-11-18 | |
The silence flows unseen
her murmur lets itself be heard;
migratory birds cross the sky,
with their wide wings the air is kissed.
How much fuel is housed
in frail bodies! â€“ I say.
And I start counting them aimlessly,
wrong of course â€“ distracted math â€“
until the birds
come out from my gazeâ€™s horizon.
Where to, birds born for flight?
You, who love the light of infinite blue,
the magical rotation of the earth
and in the night laying sleep on branchesâ€¦
On the sky of the mind words pop up,
through them the pious silence flowing.
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