Triumph
Whosoever
moves in
triumph
in the foam
on top of
the waves,
beautifully
touching the
clouds
Whosoever
dances in
triumph
in the rain,
tenderly
kissing the
trees
Whosoever
stands in
triumph
next to the
bull’s eye,
courageously
facing the
crowd
Whosoever
penetrates in
triumph
The darkness
of soul,
openeyed
living with
dreams
I wish
an angel
may guard
her steps,
when she
touches
the ground
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