BUTTERFLIES

Calling a guide while
running around I
tust my sky and wait.
They all arrive: my tears and black holes
my fears of falling again.

But I know that behind
my eyes I can find
I know that the One will prevail.
Troubles and faces,
crises and hells
my circle moving again and again
and again.

Thoughts with a shape of
colored butterflies without
worries about future.

Hope that
I will die again
under the weight of Being, under the weight of Growing
To be sad and to be gay
to get lost find the way, see it again
touch the sun which burns my hands

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