Mailart arrives from Antonia Mayol Castello, Spain

Break through the dark
a bright trail;
advances and is consumed
its long wandering gleam.

I follow the light that flees
like a moth to clarity;
that beat overwhelms me
In the empty vastness

In that instant I understand
the smallness of my world;
my fragile body, in the dark,
It is an aimless speck
Warm color,
smell in the hands,
sun essence.
Forest (photography).
Thank you Antonia.

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