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a cloudy morning

with a fresh breeze

after the rain

reminding

that despite everything

summer is still

ahead

with more unknowns

greater uncertainties

it seems

than estimated

the crumbling

of an old structure

with consequences

only the future

can tell

horizontality

as the condition

for every transcendence

oh how wonderful it is

to be

just

who we are

as red ripe orange

the sun is detaching itself

from the horizon

announcing a somehow different

day

even if

in every way

it looks like all the others

it is in the subtle layers

that transformation operate

gently continuing a process

invisible for the bare eye

yet more real than most

clouds are covering the sky

and the pigeons seem to finally discover

the corn that has been placed

a few meters away from their usual feeding

the mystery of human behaviours

is revealed in nature

but most of the time we hold on to

what we wish to see

unable to embrace

what is

just in front of our eyes

a golden sunrise

blessing

another beautiful day

another sunrise

dawning in a golden heart

that has

for too long

been grasped in cramps

out of fear

for its own

light

there are mornings indeed

where the past spins its web all over the mind

there are mornings

where dreams about the future

sparkles in an impatient heart

but there are mornings too

where the morningstar is smiling above treetops

and life seems

a blank sheet of paper

a tale

only waiting for

to be written

dreams

revealing truths

one have no wish to commit to

since a different story

has been told in the mind

to keep reality

at bay

there is not a single cloud on the sky

no excuse for not seeing

what is to be seen

and taken into account

how shameful it might be

unflattering to the understanding of

who we are

liberating for the soul

the morningstar was to be found

above the treetops

while a single cloud

created perspective

on a luminous sky

of the rising sun

leaving a scenery

for the romantic heart

to indulge

proceeding with the revelation

in such a gentle manner

that even a scattered mind

is able to find peace with

what is being revealed

for the second day in a row

a tender blue butterfly

calls blessings to the eye

the days seems to merge

and the rhythm of the heart

to change

while the weeks resembles

more than ever

revealing what is underneath the surface

to our liking

or not