"Death is not the biggest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies within us while we live."

Norman Cousins

The flow of the wind

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The melodious texture of the air,
flutters in the song of a bird,
in the cloudy serenity of the sky
forgotten of time,
in the perseverance of the seeds,
in the powerful simplicity of the water,
in the extinct crater,
in the cooling of magma,
Everything merges with the earth,
with the air and with the water.
Everything returns to its course
and we do not expect anything,
In a river that widens.

The mirror of silence,
where time is watched,
it only reflects stones.
Lots of stones
relieved by the divine shield,
where the wind hits.
Stones infected by insomnia,
Devoured by excesses, holes,
and a dance of shadows.
Death, sometimes, grows faster than love.
The fulminating capsule of the ephemeral,
Look at the water and it becomes radiant to itself,
Persuaded for the life and the flow of the wind.

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By Zeleira Cordero @zeleiracordero.

08/07/2019

The images are from by Pixabay CC0 Creative Commons

Nature by cocoparisienne
Texture by cocoparisienne

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Simplemente Gracias

For your kind reading, thank you very much.

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