I don't know there ......
here,
the morning is gray,
of cold breath,
of Sol erased.
I don't know there ......
here,
silence prevails,
the roundness,
and a clean blue.
Here....
the leaves dazzle,
the water runs cold .....
but water!
And there?
I don't know there ....
here ,
I look East
my eternal horizon… ..
the vastness itself.
By Western mountains,
in incandescent white,
clouds,
and wind.
Here,
the creatures enjoy the morning,
of running,
to fly,
to dare.
There?
I don't know there .....
here,
the day unfolds radiantly
and full of promises.
Today ,
are there glowing promises out there?
Nov 15, 2021
Nov 15, 2021 at 4:20 PM UTC
I don't know there ......
here,
the morning is gray,
of cold breath,
of Sol erased.
I don't know there ......
here,
silence prevails,
the roundness,
and a clean blue.
Here....
the leaves dazzle,
the water runs cold .....
but water!
And there?
I don't know there ....
here ,
I look East
my eternal horizon… ..
the vastness itself.
By Western mountains,
in incandescent white,
clouds,
and wind.
Here,
the creatures enjoy the morning,
of running,
to fly,
to dare.
There?
I don't know there .....
here,
the day unfolds radiantly
and full of promises.
Today ,
are there glowing promises out there?
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