#4221 poetry

photo: sunset in the port of Nelson, all sorts of lights are reflected on the water

The days rise in a light tremor,

which hesitates to settle on earth,

troubled times hurt it so much

but balance has never been more than a temporary moment

and the world will always try to speak through the cracks.

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