Biting the biting frostlooking into the sunwarm and golden-coated they becomeThe outstretched hand suspended in the airas if...Feeling with his gazethe crusty old cheek, wrinkled, soft, yet redAt the same time, as hard as rock, healthyunder the power of tenderness of a wide, innocent smile.The earthy cracks around the eyes,under the same bloom of thousands of skins - firm, glowing but also lined,those cracks of dawn when the day meets the nighthave called for a dream:Lift up your foot, shake off the earthy part of itAnd run and runAs you'll be going round the earth and back in thousands of suns' time while upon coming back to the the starting line this will have turned into a whole world for you.But as you run or come back, don't let it touch that patch, that forever-untouched patch which people call the sky beyond the silver lining,beyond the clouds, the same sky unaccepting of the earth's capacity to turn around in its wingsWhile all the while, the same old glowing but lined skin will understand that every wing has turned around the concept of crawling. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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