Floating like Dandelion,

like lucid dreams, dragged by the wind.

Floating so ecstatically,

painful memories we rescind.


The land once deserted,

now heavily inhabited and teeming.

The stained fabrics of our history,

slowly we are cleaning.


Afternoons so peaceful,

spent in the windy meadows of our mask.

Finally, in the sky, I see the light,

in it, forever shall I bask.