frightened like a child
and courageous
as a true fool
i stopped fighting
the windmills of me,
left the control
of words and even
of language and past.
i feel the wind of now
to walk and see,
free breath and rhythm.
the scent of lilac
does not make me
so sad anymore
nor the chestnuts in flower
the joy of spring
and even clouds and rain
find resonance
with me and here
only my flesh, the scars,
here is a pain,
i have to take my shadow
where i go
but longing can be
for my deep heart
to wear with a smile,
the jewelry of stars
and a song
of the nightingale,
lonely beauty
of my night.
i grow in innocence
i grow, i go,
i come to me
and to you
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