until the end of the paradox

adapting our own existence to the premise
although not quite clear itself

this our fragile and sublime paradox

yet we walk
and we believe, we trust

and in the end we live until life is given
this slight breath of life
this fine distortion line of space and time

this fragile rhyme
into the gentle breeze scattered as it is
like a butterflies flying away
and come what may
until the end of this paradox
by these grey suburban sky

Marco Bo

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