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Previously uploaded as a printing image in other formats. This one has been adapted to fit the pillow formatting. The poem is the original former one. Absolutely fitting this format too.
*They are bathing in clouds..
they are bathing in freedom,
free from the thoughts of power,
without reins to hold their mirrors.
Spirits of a dusk , drinking from
the cups of the Moon pouring.
Unwinged horses… hoofs of wonder,
clapping into the heaven’s shadows.,
your nostrils burning with names,
that tender hands caressed in mouths bitter.
Conversations of breathing singing,
flapping the lungs as butterflies,
Gold and nacar for a dress..
of a Soul that was invited,
to the dancing of the sunset..
To the Infinity and Beyond,
like heroes of the children.
Suspended in the haloes..
of a battle long forgotten.
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