Awakening
I wake up one morning,
on a valley immaculate of energy.
There on the bridge,
I stop and calm.
at the reflected way
through the water & lake.
I took possession of my reflection,
And dazzled me.
I hide
between the smallest star and the biggest soul.
Waiting the morning crows
to fly upside down,
celebrating the awake sound.
poem by Luca Menin
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