What is the joy of your wings? Is the home you seek in my hair?
Tell them swallows. Ivy sprouting in my dream, she's already grown. Now I'm looking at a child climbing into the sky from those vines every morning, every night. Tell them swallows. I hear the voice reaching from the stars. I am waiting with that voice to root and deepen in a song like olive trees.
Oh swallows, tell them what happens. All the birds of time have started to fly. I started to open up softly. I flowed along the rivers. Because opening is the call of existence. Waking up to the sea, before the sand. I get it now, swallows. Why do some birds fly alone? Because there are ambitions that exceed the wind. I knew the joy of your wings, the secret of the stars. My heart is swallows. What a joyful chaos my heart is now. My heart is swallows. A serene cosmos, maybe.
Girl climbing the ivy stairs to the sky
08.05.2021
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