Let it be.
Crepuscular quiet dismantles seemingly
all the past that has tired these eyes,
while ancient rains falling from grey skies
wash away the ashes and pains that gave birth to tomorrow.
In a deep still new potentialities bind around your breath
as millions of counterfeit sounds could never compare to it.
just like in a long forgotten blast
shining light and darkness split afloat oblivious waters.
There shall be love, antigravity love waving
like a flag above the shores of this heart
broken, fixed and restlessly beating in burning thoughts
of “why not?” and of “now?” and “forever!”. Let it be.
100 words, memyselfandela, 2013