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“River of Dust”

      

It is funny
we use to say:
our Earth.
Our…?

Are we not – only -
mayflies on the Earth’s face?

Why, we can’t live simplicity ~¨~¨

 - * - a rainbow of the marvelous brightness -*-

One evening
in bed
I drifted away a while
half thinking, half dreaming
the ceiling of my bedroom
vanished for a few seconds
I saw the nightly sky
blackness and sparkling diamonds
of the stars, blue –white
luminous nebular dust..
The Cosmos tried to reach me…  :)
O.. so bright and shiny
mysterious column of fresh electric air…

I remember simplicity
that night,
dew rises from the mirrors of the blue,
this sky is not broken
I can see..
*’’’’’’*’’’’’’***
Are they the distant stars
or maybe colorful butterflies
moving soooo slowly..

I still can breathe
in a cloud of memories
of the lost childhood.
My lovely song,
a diaphanous cloud of ashes.

* ****** ************
The End of the rainbow…

----------------

Now, I try to learn
how to survive
the storm of time…

Do I…..?

 




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