A flight to Orion,# thinking of You,

And there are times
When by the smooth clime
i climb surely make-
To the Orionis,
Where angels take
A ride to the incidence
Of a moment of rising of mankind to go over jumping all fence,

And there are times
When streets sing only only nursery rhymes
By the same stars down then i make a swoop,
Smelling freshness of counterfoil,
An alterego
A flower bathed by rain
Destined to bloom without fail;

And then poems arrive
In flocks,
Like dreams
Taking stock
Of life.

(Note: #Orion: constellation
*stars of the constellation of Orion,
Literal meaning of Orion:The Heavenly Shepherd)


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