Subdued face; yet a sonrisa as fervid,
Her eyes spoke of her own ineffable mysteries.
As the night struck, she waited for the diabolical World to be lulled into sleep;
The World, who, through the day, kept her clutched in his travesties.
~~~~~
As the night struck, she opened her wings;
Away she flew, embracing the Sky,
Far from the World of (self-proclaimed) princes and kings,
Without even caring to know why.
~~~~~
In the vault of heaven, she heard his echo;
that seemed way more glorious than she ever knew,
And every time that she flapped her wings,
She believed in his magic with more certitude.
~~~~~
She took her ears closer to the heart of Sky, without a spark of fear;
And hearing her spirit throb though it,
She let him steal a part of her mystical fire,
As a souvenir.
~~~~~
He wanted her to stay, and fly in his arms till eternity,
But he knew, he would lose her if she stayed;
He would lose her if she stayed,
And she would lose her crudity.
~~~~~
“Will you come again tomorrow?” the Sky asked
“Only if the World sets me free”, she said and wept;
With heavy wings and a heavy heart,
She flew back to the World and slept.
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