Tenderness is the wind that flies the petals, lifting the small wings that learn to fly
Until the motionless stars leave it to the memories of the past that chains us to expect nothing. And that gentleness is now a force. Who uprooted the trees. Breaking fragile wings is vulnerable helpless. Until there is no boundary between free and shackles. There is no boundary between that time and me.
In the silence of the night I bowed to a crouching song. How am I telling you, Mother?
Bandung, March 30, 2018
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