To my husband
There’s a bird flying high so that nothing can be above.
It’s committed to freedom, this feeling constantly deepen.
Looking back, regret nothing. There’ve been many days of love.
No regrets as it’s choice how to live. So why cry and weaken?
To distinguish what’s right and what’s wrong, where to go and stay,
What to do with your life without multiplying disasters,
Without mixing up God’s denial and God’s delay,
Look nowhere but inside, learn to question so you get answers.
I’m tired of speaking like as there is nothing left
I could say to you so choosing wisdom of ageless silence.
Life is fleeting, you know, and regret is its biggest theft.
Like a bird flying high I don’t think you need any guidance.
Rise above, don’t look back, only wind and your wings exist.
There’s nothing around I believe that you can’t resist.
25.07.2024
With love
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