we are like kites in the wind
free to fly but only if connected to a string
we are free in changement
to contemplate in silence
of things the persistence
what a great present!
on the day of my birthday
as turning mark off a good retreat
as a beacon lit in the hurricane wind
I give thanks to the breeze
to the sky and the dust that dances around me
and come what may
by these holy and
forgotten suburban trails
Marco Bo
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