The day…by Mágica Mistura

In the wake of the day, I woke up

Attentive to life, I got up

With eyes on the horizon I realized

The beauty present on the way

The fast action of time

Soft or angry speech

The trailing step on the road

the will of everything

the wish of nothing

the presence of the past

Walking on the side of today

the overshadowed future

I touched the flowers, felt the breeze

I spoke words, I swallowed alone

An ordinary day, just another day

That with an act, attentive, discreet

It can become that day.

✨ Mágica Mistura

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