The Cherita, 2019

mirage

a river flows
across the sand dunes

wild imagination
drenches my intellect
to its core

a home for the wind, edition 3:8 of the cherita

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surrendering

old willow
touches the soil

the deep rooted
connection
with true self

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reflecting

shards
of the dollhouse

inner war
that ruins the faces
of innocent souls

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deep inside

old wooden door
with big holes

I let go
of my heart to grope
the lost persona

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kaleidoscope

summer sky
with bird songs

attuned to
the symphony
of my aura

rush of wings, edition 3:7 of the cherita
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inner light

into the abyss
of midnight darkness

emerging
out of nowhere
my mystic self

the storyteller, edition 3:6 of the cherita
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salvation

beyond the curls
of incense smoke

my repentance
takes me to the core
of my somber heart

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first love

morning breeze
caressing my feelings

and I reminiscence
my first spring with you
in the family garden 

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with a conviction

when I meditate
for a peaceful mind

I hear
the sweet melody
of my inner voice


coming home late, edition 3:3 of the cherita