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PRAYER

Imaginary fireflies play with colors
in the coldness of late October.
Reds, yellows and blues f l o a t I n g in the air,
dancing in zig
zag, while
my eyes
wAnder.
In the silent sky, magenta clouds
Remnants
of a sunset
I m I ssed,
s looo w l y pass
one
by
one
towards the in finite.
Stars smile at
everything and nOthing,
and I
whose faith
was lOst in the same hOrizOn,
pray to a GOD I don’t EVEN know,
than king
for the sOUNd of the colors
I h ear so d i s t i n c t l y!
And the night ripens
my hOpe in the universe
while I resur
rect gOld with the dawn
yet to be bOrn,
in senses I un do
with empty hands
and hOllOw ssssssighs.

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