ah soon
you will get over with elation
a feast cannot last for long
it becomes another boring explosion of
joys repeated like a song
played over and over gain
painful soon to the
the way how our ears are pierced
by nails
ah, soon you
will find a comma for a clause
rethink about success
and conspire for another failure
for in truth
it is the failure that makes us move
towards
greater heights
uncharted courses
and more eureka for
exhilaration....
a red carnation in your head
wilts in time
and your hair is back home
dry again and need water like
a surprise for
rain
the one that makes you think
that you shall dance again
the happiness of grass, the joy in mud,
in those open endless skies
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