quarta-feira, 17 de setembro de 2025

That new spiritual path

 We followed recognized people
A big group of semi celebrities
We had coincidently crossed path
Others were too shy to approach

Their auras were phenomenal
they smiled without smiling
They didn't walk they sauntered
In white clothes that absorbed the sun

Then redistributed it over their own moving utopia
We were humbled speechless when they complimented us
We asked awkwardly if we might follow them to Shrangri-la
I reveled in the ambiguity of their faces and followed all the same

The sandy ground suave afternoon sun comforting my steps


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