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Poetry of hope and wish.

Submitted: October 31, 2011

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Submitted: October 31, 2011



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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