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chasing that butterfly
                                                                       
I fly up the sky   
and walk on the clouds
till one of them
will swallow me again
for a second

I close my eyes and open them again
to see the world I've left. And there...



Sweet moods feed fairy tales
behind the eyelid of a flight
disguising the one dream
for the sake of a taste
of a shot of pink joy
of a bubble
of a toy.

It's nothing but a dance, a journey of the soul
from the highest towards the nearest,
from nowhere to nowhere
from here, now
to now, here.

Eternity has
no beginning
no end
and no loop.

If music is a state of mind
if death is an instant of life
if poetry is a mood of the heart
and life an instant of time
while you sing your dream
I rime these lines and look for a place to fly.

Waiting, my wings unfold and roam
   
My soul
be what you are
be free.


The Sage: If you can play with your body, you will be free from it.
Mira: I’ve let my body play with me. I now invite the words to play, join me.