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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