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three drops of rain

was all there came

in a world so dry

that nature is beginning to adapt

with subtle

almost invisible changes

allowing needs and cravings

to find new sources

of nourishment

in order to survive

differently

but not less beautifully

wondering

how

all the best of intentions

seems to end

in dead ends

living through the mind

only

is as sterile

as living through the body

only

is destructive

the power of exhaustion is overwhelming

but nothing compared to the power

of a newborn desire

to live

there is no longer any doubt

the world is covered in green

and the most surprising about such considerable change is

how easily the eye

get used to it

take it for granted

forgets

how it was longing

not more than a week ago

towards the valleys and hilltops

of a world

covered in green

now it is there

and the mind is setting out for different valleys

and distant hilltops

to long for

an enormous moon is hiding behind the trees

hardly visible through the crisp leaves

but visible enough to cast joy in an eager heart

awakening to a whole new life

after what could so easily be considered

a too long sleep

where to begin

is the question arising with the awakening soul

in order to seize life

as a whole

strangely enough it seems

that the best place to begin

is by going back to sleep

it is indeed

worth keeping silence

when time is

to keep quiet

brings perspective

into the emotions at hand

withdrawing their power to obstruct

gates to eternity

flood the mirror

of the soul

a cold wind was playing with the tender green leaves

only just unfolded

impatient to seize

a whole new life ahead

there are moments

where it is better

to keep quiet

moments of exhaustion

belongs to them

even if no reason for exhaustion

is to be seen on the horizon

where a glorious sunrise

is in the contrary announcing

another beautiful day

the absence of rain

is beginning to shape the world

leaving certain dreams

crippled

and others in eternal sleep

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there are certain mysteries

only silence can describe

to fulfilment

there are days

where every sound

seems to emphasise

the inner silence

expanding beyond comprehension

embracing the world

leaving it numb to the one

for whom silence has become

a state of heart

what a peculiar moment

as if time had stopped

while the world continue

to turn

the moon is setting in west

while the horizon in east is in flames

crowned by the morningstar

the permanence of rebirth

is almost unbearable

and yet so potent

with hope