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There are souls who live without armour,
wide open to the world,
vulnerable to every blow of life,
like flowers dancing in the deep wind.
They see what others ignore, beauty,
in every tear that embraces laughter,
in the sweet whisper of madness,
where pain and joy are eternalised.
Their hearts beat in a syncopated dance,
a beat of hope, love and dreams,
they strip themselves of fears, they embrace the fragrance
of a spinning world, full of little ones.
They are bearers of light in the half-light,
they weave connections in every glance,
they build bridges, where others debride,
seeking life in a sacred way.
And though sometimes they fall, they rise again,
with the golden dust of the stars,
for they know that life is a magical game,
where the fragile shines in flashes.
Love the polarity here. We have to accept it all
Beautiful verses that you share with us on this occasion. The brushstrokes of the lyrics paint beautiful rhythmic and surreal paradises.
Thanks for sharing your poem with us
Excellent day.