The Wind From The East

 

I woke up in a stormy weather, ​

I woke up in rough sea.

I woke up to breath and dance again,

I woke up a different me.

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I walked to the end of the heights,

I walked offering my bare skin.

I walked to greet Apeliotes,

I walked to the journey within.

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I stopped looking backwards,

I stopped seeing the dark.

I stopped wanting for something,

I stopped preventing the spark.

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I stayed there next to the abyss,

Watching the seagulls speak.

I stayed there for as long as I needed,

Because that is the truth I seek.

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Jura

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