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Τhe sun's light it dazzles me
and the sliding of a stone
is done scream, tough sound
and engrave me
The mind liberates the Dream
and in the morning that the ivy
grows taller
tightly embraces the wall
Drops of rain on
leaves of the lemon tree forgotten
but
the flesh of the mountain
the sun
still hold
On the red roof of the church
when arriving birds
I leave the soul
with them to fly
Beautifully written, and it as well took me to a peaceful place
This is a very poetic vision and describes what feels like an empowering moment! Thank you so much for sharing!
Tammy Darby THANK YOU