Poem | Breakthrough

Breakthrough.

^{When I integrate every sensation
in the complex problem of life
I sigh; and thus they are erased
the nuances of times past.}

^{When the anchors of old ships are furrowed
and the albas of new stories shine
I have nothing left: More than the flow of the wind
and the perhaps of every dream.}

^{Today I breathe the airs of change
who serenely attack my destiny,
and I count the times that don't exist, but I count them,
thus knowing that part of the future is in a thought.}

^{Today I do not grieve for wounds, nor do I hide among the sorrows.
I remove every old portion of my inconsistency
and I submerge myself, between water and earth,
To flow like those ships
and be the seed that sprouts in beauty.}

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