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silence would sometimes be better

than determining every state of heart

by words

but certain silences

can seal a state

that was supposed to pass

turning it into a chronic condition

from which there seems to be

no escape

determining a future

it was never meant to dominate

the moon is out

and the night cloudless

bringing clarity to the soul

while a stellar constellation

is opening towards change

even if

change might only be

the revelation of

what was already there

suppressed behind bars of fear

disguised in pillars to lean on

and yet bars

impeding the heart from breathing freely

breaking the wings of the soul

the moon is out

and time has come

to unfold the broken wings

the fox was calling through the morning

talking to the moon

behind a light veil of transparent clouds

telling

that there is no such thing

as illegitimate pain

no matter how invisible

it might be

no matter how unjustified

it might seems

the moon

peaceful in its completion

listening thoroughly

to every layer of lamentation

reminding gently

how there is a time to be full

as there is a time to be new

and all of it

is true

being incapable

is not possible

what is possible is

wanting to be someone

we are not

wanting to do something

beyond our skills

wanting to decide upon destiny

instead of living it

not yet clear enough

to be transcribed into words

emotions are dissolving

into innocence

after years of withholding

in painful retraction

of potential

while the moon is getting full

the stars preparing for a rare constellation

allowing change to settle

wherever there has been made room for it

to unfold

somewhere

behind the wind

is the land of every dream

so when the wind whispers

and one listen carefully

to what is underneath the whistling sound

dreams can surface

that seemed forever disappeared

to nourish the soul

and carry it

towards unexpected heights

somewhere behind the wind

is a land

indifference

is such a sad state

to be in

the stars are out

announcing a bright sunrise

telling stories

of long forgotten dreams

showing the way in times

where we get lost in our minds

waking up

with a childhood song

of celebration on the mind

is a change

an unexpected jubilation

that is worth to notice

even if it vanished

as soon as consciousness has gained

possession over the mind

though the song of the birds

begin to have the same excitement

of knowing

something good is ahead

even a dead end

has its exit