As light as a feather
 an angel passes
 at the edge of the forest .

 In the depths of waiting
 lis not precise
 panting
 the void is there .

 The halter unties
 the beast points its muzzle .

 An aurora borealis in acme .

 A flock of wild geese
 lift the clouds .

 The risk is pressing
 the heart beats against the ribs
 a heavy rain calms our ardor .

 It could be that succeeds
 to the terminal momentum of our calls
 the song of our infallible loyalty.


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