CELEBRATION OF THE NIGHT OF THE WIND

...hearing a stalk of sadness shiver,
the wind stopped;


…as my soul heard,
and between the gold and the scream in which an instant,
is,
Dew
- and the lip of the night -
acting as the redeeming dawn of the world;


…the wind gravitates, and, still doubting, triumphant and with a ferocious roar,
Take flight and instruct the gift of joy.
Antonio Justel
https://www.oriondepanthoseas.com
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