Incredulous, not just shine, there's a whole universe
nailed
the murmur of the rushing wind in the halo
hope the edges of the leaves in the second
full of inspirations
where oxygen reaches the soul and
drunk to turn in the swing of your chest, the timid
flight of the sparrow.
Incredulous, not just the brightness,
are you become when you look at eternity,
when resting among the branches prostrate
and feel like the sleep inertia
time on your feet and grow roots that seek the earth.
You are now a tree.
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