Dawn

A new day is rising

With the sorrows

In a pocket of my heart

I go out to get answers

For the ones who are not listened.

I breath deeply

To air my soul the inner me

I clean my sight

By letting it dive into the green

I fill-up my chest with the energy of the sun.

I lighten-up my road by endearing

The first attempts

of the baby birds

Determined to fly

I look up to the sky.

I dig deeply into the light blue

Attempting to grab the Eternal.

I caress with my sight

The painful torsos.

I give away smiles

And pick-up the ones that blossom

When I set a flying salutation free

Which goes to rest in their ears.

And I go praying that old thing about:

Make of me an instrument of your peace...

I wish that will come true.

by Belquis Barés

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You put everything into your poetry which gives it life. If we can do the same in life, surely good will return ten fold.