right after the last leaves, left
Between a few bare trees, ancient keepers of the entrance
and where the contours of things become uncertain, and You are almost lost…
the first little things of the newborn world appear…
one
then more
shaking in the wind as it cleaned the milky air,
step by step
recognizing that subtle sound,
a voice hidden inside,
until the source of the wee world was found…
and
from there we went further in
more light came for company
sending shadows and revealing shapes of this show of life
...till the white damsel was found
suspended in the colourful air
and at the end the sun came
to send his mantle of sorrowful red
on the white realm I had found
as that old flaming friend came down
to search some solace on the fresh blades of new grass,
one last dandelion
the lonely astronaut
dominated the scene.
So the realm of little things ended,
hard to meet and to leave
as all things made of magic,
one day in life one lifetime in the heart.
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