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The seen and the unseen:
Curled up inside the lap of the giant statue, unconscious, oblivious of the insects or the sun glazing off cypress hills.
The sound of frantic galloping birds flying nervously, the sheer wind violently pressing my heavy eyelids.
In the secret garden, I saw you standing solemn, ancient; rays of light birthing your head.
You returned carrying the badge of a recurring fall - freed of the madness that kept you as a neglected ivy mourning in the shadows-
Your essence showed signs of recovering, standing as an invocation, an archaic symbol.
We ran to hide in the bush
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