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the routs of my root

My body is a freshwater river
Discharges into the sea announcing its own existence

Dolphins crossing the great water
In the perpetual night at the bottom of the ocean
and never resting to the tidewater

Without fear to feel,
                                 and surrendering to the existence
Drifting in the country where dancing silence
My heart is a ship of feelings, floating by the sea of transcendence

My mind is a sea of confused waters

The eye of my soul is an ocean
In all riparian the routs of my root
where confusion is as precious as clarity



Durban January 26, 2018

Copyright © Antonio Capalandanda

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