Time travels

Three little sparrows came across my way

Church bells ringing in the air of dust and speed

as the night falls into the day

and the fall whispers to the heat of the city


Time travels

The sparrows turn into light

when they leave the ground

and start their flight

Life unravels

at the crossing of darkness and bright


I follow the birds

The smoke of a finished cigarette

descents into the asphalt

and I  wonder whether I am the past,

or whether the past is me, 

At the moment of a new beginning

I let it turn, I let it be

◄ Holding the tide

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