At first I mistook you for my own shadow
under the shroud
Of the horizon, in a pale early morning, when
a burst of misty blue
Words -spilling out of your eyes-
made me wake up:
' Don't judge yourself —A judge can be
And do not let anybody show you a glimpse
of the future
Or you will be blinded by '
Was it your mysterious advice and prophecy.
Unable to understand, I kept on
Climbing the thin air, with ritual persistence.
I went on this way, walking down the slope
of my life —Down
My predestined route —Unrelenting
Toward the exit.
Unaware of the existence of anything else
but your words.
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