I roam freely in the fields of
golden grains,
The Sun shines brightly behind
the shoulders’ of the mountains
A swarm of butterflies dance to
the tune of the northeastern winds
I witness the graceful tap of
those tiny wings;
The opening and closing of a universe
full of secrets.
Wings like soft petals of
heavenly flowers,
Wings full of colours and
stories,
Turning into a kaleidoscope of my
life…
Where do they come from?
Where do they go?
Theirs is a relentless search of
beauty
Just like the dream, I chase on
my two feet…
Making their way through the
dense forests,
They carry the pulse of the wild
and the mysterious.
Once they reach the gardens of
daffodils,
Their souls blend in with the
mood of the season.
I look around
I don’t see them anymore
Suddenly it’s winter,
Fields clad in thick foam of white
snow
I close my eyes, a world moves inside
me
I open my eyes to the scene of wings
fluttering out of a cocoon
And it’s spring once again...
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