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Imagine

you’re standing on the street

the cold wind’s coming in of

the forgotten snow

on fields

outside of your town.

It is an early spring

which begins to smile to you.

On your evening sky

you see the Moon

our Moon 

Deep in your heart

you love this moment.

Overhead

you can see

the sparks dancing

-the stars.

The beloved night is coming

yet

you’ve not forgotten

the Sun

and

you know that tomorrow

it will rise again.

You still love its radiance.

This night

as always

is mysterious, darkness feels

little dangerous

but you don’t mind.

You are at home

the only home you have

the Earth

and  you love

that you have a purpose here

a few sentences of life

are demanding

not always

sometimes the happiness loves you too.

The gravitation

is holding you

on your place

on the surface

and it feels secure.

You can close you’re your eyes

when you whish too

turn your face to the cold wind

and feel the future

approaching

touching your face

touching your skin

and your heart.

You can hear the music of the spheres

hoping that after bad moments

the world must turn into the better one…

-but hope does not like to be alone.