At night, dreams are white.
so that the subconscious is not lost
when it emerges to the surface of the mind.
As the sun rises,
Only a few of them become pigeons.
that they carry in their beaks
rays of light in memory
and love in the heart.
Most of it is melting snow.
and they bring us closer and closer
the deluge of illusions
and lost expectations.
But we,
we will always hold seeds in our palms
and an olive branch hanging from the ark.
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