by Marta Gazzola

the doors are open

to take care,
to be there.

to sing my song
in silence,
to heal the violence,

to be wrong,

to grow stronger

I will bring my heart
a step further
and open up
to the great encounter.

goodbye my fellow!
not as cut flowers behind a window
but as wild roses
around the corner where you bow
down to enter the eternal garden,
you will find all of my poems
and, just for You, a wonder.

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