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I Promise


A heart shape, made by the sun can be seen trough tree branches.
A heart in sight - San Francisco, CA

Through the wounds caused by silence,

existence obscured by so many secrets,

I promise to live in the light,

to open myself to the unknown and bring to the balcony

the words that inhabit me,

to share them,

before they decompose

and die in solitude.


I promise to speak, declare, disseminate

every truth that visits me,

a bearer of universal messages

or perhaps simple phrases

that arrive at my always open door

in need of being spoken.

I welcome them and return them to their origin

so they may flow detached like wings.


Nothing stays in me because nothing belongs to me,

a portal where pain is felt, just as joy.

My loving birds come and go.

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