21

Walk,

With one nail in your coffin,

Three wings in your sail,

Seven prophets in your veins.

Walk,

With jasmine in your skin,

Saffron in your hair,

Sapphire in your chains.

Walk.

The road will arrive,

Don't make it a condition.

Instruct your feet

To celebrate space.

Erase from your hands

The memory of reins.

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