Take me on

In the eye of the storm, I blew around in a fall of colors
in an upcoming metomorfosis we met at the height of a powerful farewell
by the city beyond
who stands as a mute witness
in an undulating flowering fog we were shaped to start over
letting feathers float protrude in floral splendor
for as it’s been said, thoughts creates nothing but a lull
the hug on our route is blowing violently and the ladder begins to flow as if the air becomes soil, filling the soul with courage
behind the mountain is a country
that country is my own desire.

Bird sky

Nature and Landscapes

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