By espacioreal | elespacioreal | 8 Feb 2021
Under this sky
This is the truth.
I hide
with the stone in hand
thinking that I can escape
but what is hidden
keep staying
In the same place.
Beyond,
it is impossible to know.
There is no salvation
the bird is already injured.
No one could find it
in the middle of the forest.
But the impossible
makes this world
a livable world.
Who doesn't want
Sunday nights
be God?
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