*

She
my mother
yes, she was a cicada too
of course
told me once a short story:
-many years ago she was flying
to quick, not careful
and she fell down
to the dirt and stones
her wing were broken...

It took many days
before she could fly again...

and nothing
from this moment
was more clear for her
the world can damage your wings
your wings can be broken one day
but you can always rise again
and fly again
don't let the adversity defeat you.

Bonus: wisdom ;)

- 1) to apologize is the bravest
- 2) to forgive is the strongest
- 3) to let it go is the happiest

and

There is always plenty of time
and plenty of space
waiting…

I know
in the distant future
even our dreams will die
but
they will not die…
and we
endlessly shall travel into the brightness
so empty and clean
like memories of the greatest love…

Mother, I remember you
I remember many stories you told me
yes, next time
I`ll write here the strangest one
about an enigmatic creature
who appeared on Earth long after us
and now taking the air from us
..why?...