Love

Love,

I bow to you,

so deeply,

that I loose my name.

All my fragilities

thrown in the light,

like a baby

in a forest.

You are so much my self

that a step from you,

feels already

like a desert of ashes.

Without you, my Love,

there’s no reason

for the wind to blow

and for the tress to grow leafs.

In truth I know

you’ve never left us,

despite the sins,

of our minds.

Your formless source

carries us,

in a careful vortex

moving us from here to here.

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