Seed of love turned into a path.
Blood of my blood.
Dreams of my dreams.
Light with eyes, eyes of light.
Life force alive, clamour, tenderness.
Grace of ingenuous gods.
Stone, promise, star.
Anarchic and sincere sky.
Sleepless dance of arrows.
Light green, tender moss.
Dance, God, for dawn is breaking.
Fly, wheat, be fruitful.
Never forget who you are,
fill your voice with discovery.
Do not delay in germinating.
Always return in bloom.
Alfredo Mires
in: Romance of the Mountain
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