Were you walking on a field of nails
With freedom? of a bee without flowers
Without a voice thirsty for emotions
With the look of one who awaits instructions
You slide on the belly of a voracious plant
That will skillfully feed itself? of your light
But the enemy has no blades to wound
Only fragile and innocent words
Do you relax as if the sun (warmed you)
instead? fire and burns like salt
Slides on the belly of a voracious plant
That skillfully feeds itself? of your light
Rolls without gravity?
Words drip like honey

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