So, this is the Sky...

You ve smudged the sky over my eyes
Now I cannot see anything accept
what is
Where can I hide myself nowhere cloud callouts
I am walking
my steps are not ecchoing inside your heart
Indefinite blue transparent
So this is the Sky, then
Swallows can make their nests inside my hair
Or under my wings (where from are these, now?)
I am wondering
cannot distinguish the intention that brought me here
New World New Law New Life
Weaved from Reality
Weaved from Dreams that are Lived
Would I go back?
No, I wouldn’t
I d still like to be a bird
I d still like that swallows make their nests
inside my hair...


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