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Swim, bird, swim

Swim, bird, swim they said so the bird dived into the sea Swim, bird, swim they repeated  and it drowned in misery  What's wrong with you, dear bird?  Why can't you do anything right? I want to fly said the bird Then fly in the water they said Is that possible? thought the bird  Swim, bird, swim they insisted
So the bird flapped its wings underwater
swimming deeper and deeper into the sea
Very good they said
How are you now? they asked But the bird was cold and quiet
Are you still there? they asked
and no one answered Swim, bird, swim they whispered Swim, bird, swim.

She is full of earth

She is full of earth    and bright
  and solid

nothing escapes   her light

in her eyes   are dreams,  full  and torrid
wild enough   to touch 
   and   conquer
 the stars

the wind  asks, where is the  fire?

answer: fire  melts  on her  body
like the waves that  find  the sea
 in her hand

and yet  love  is a  mysterious
  sacred   journey
 a  pure  divine art

because  if  you  only look  closely
you shall   find    her
  in  my   heart.

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She looks at pain

She looks at pain and betrayals
as if looking at some old friends
she knows their insides and outsides
her expectations and their actions

so, every time, she would shake
their hands
lift herself up on tiptoes
and dance with them

they push her to the ground
but she twirls
bending gracefully
they eat her soul but she dances
with a lingering smile
sometimes she laughs
only to hide the sound of tears
leaving her eyes

she knows their insides and outsides
and she laughs at them
and herself

because after all the music
and the laughter
she looks at the moon and realizes:

the world did not
make her strong

it made her numb.