Look through clouds
In the distance I see nuances
A future is drawn
New directions, attitudes, successes
Maybe mistakes, who knows?
They are mirages, they come and go
Specifically, the will
continue, discover, explore
I would like to know more
guess days to come
But I am not allowed
I spy through the mist
I make votes, accounts, trim ends
Days yes, others too
I await good news
From somewhere near here
Mirages…
As sure as life
It’s sure that everything is fine.
✨ Mágica Mistura
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