09/09/25

In 2017, on the first of September

in a spring night filled
with the fragrances of blossoms
I went up in a million pieces of wings
up into the water sky

because the most broken was I that night
when the clouds came over me
and took me with them into the sky

I kissed my dying face
and tied a black ribbon around my wrist
for forever
while I became calm and tranquil and still

I kissed my dying face
and placed jasmine in my hair
and then I let myself go
into the blossom spring air

the uncontrollable shaking
subsided from my body
when the clouds took me up
in the mystical universe

in a spring night filled
with the fragrances of blossoms
I went up in a million pieces of wings
up into the water sky
where I wrote in luminous calligraphy
amidst billions of stars

I have lived, I have lived, lived
I have loved, I have loved, loved

I will live, I will live, live again
and I’ll again and again

be loved

🦋🌿

© Annora Eksteen, 2025


Reebok, Desember 2010



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