And they will return these mornings of celestial mosses
Slow and primal
Of first green shy of the world
Flutters of hope
In volcanic joys
When the children were playing without the man
To raising mountains and planets
To dreaming colors of animals
In the carving of blue waters
Inside fish of jade.
And they will return the pardon and the amazement
Of existing to live
And the clouds were birds
And the birds feelings
And on having fallen down the evening
The Sun does not die but get up.
It will return the silence that listens to everything
It will return the dew to purifying
The opened wounds
It will return the blue of the sky
And the breathing of the infinite.
They will return the tides of the time
To licking again and again
The planetary rock.
It will return my hardened love
Undone powder and ash
To being born in the mud of my soul.
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