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#4210 poetry

photo:  a castle that has seen better days, Manorbier, Wales, Great Britain

We would rewrite our history

by going back in time in every way

clinging to the winds floating in our dreams

for a very  long time

we would crush the enemy of light

or so we thought

but we would refuse to see

the very  ruins of  our own  little house of cards

#4206 prose poem

To become yourself, do like the seagull, whom by taking off repeatedly, finds its path and rhythm.

In the winds of doubt passing through the reeds, I embark on the journey of the self, sprinkled with shadow and light, whispers and gestures, but the mask shall be thrown off! Heavy and cold when moving towards the fragility of wildflowers, I will hold my ground in the storm, lift the veil, embrace the chaos, the beauty in order to find the essence.