After many comebacks
To my own past tense,
To fresh roots and buds
Offering new sense,

I have seen those white wings
Struck by too much light,
Burnt and then divided
Faltering in flight.

From their earthly ashes
Grew a chain of rings,
Eyes were closed and pierced
With that darkness stings.

Blind, from a soul lily,
I took just a part.
Couldn’t bear more weight
The moon was apart.

I abjured that crumb
Letting it to yeast
Between sky and earth
Near man life’s feast.

Around dawn I heard
Through the sunrise shrouds
Heartbeats of a dream
Breaking all the clouds…

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