WIND NIGHT CELEBRATION

…hearing a stalk of sadness shiver,
the wind stopped;


... as in my soul heard,
and between the gold and the cry in which an instant,
is,
Dew
- and the lip of the night -
acting as a redemptive dawn of the world;


… gravitates the wind, and, still doubting, triumphant and with a ferocious roar,
take flight and instruct the gift of joy.
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Antonio Justel
https://www.oriondepanthoseas.com
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