Soul of the same journey that sometimes
your ride with the sun and too often fragile
precious crystal poised on the world.
creature like you are swimming in tears
and hides behind the mysterious radiance of laughter
embrace the subtle melancholy.
pain and helplessness you
tears at times as if you were a
flower when you can not change his
stones in segments of shining splendor.
Like you I too would like to see the little things
human
become the happy flight of birds
but what really
comforts me is knowing that as the sunflowers and the sun
that we are all souls go to the light .
tiziana Mignosa
September two thousand and
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