martedì 20 febbraio 2018

Magic

the wind is flowing
in the air he meets
a dry leaf.
in the darkness it stops.
when he touches heaven then
on the ground and dies.
and the wind in the eyes
that the rain leaves the sense of emptiness.
the wolf howls in the smoke,
at the beginning of magic
and the eagle dances in the black moon.
and all the reality that appears to us,
disappears.

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