Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you've grown, lifting.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.
This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
Be with those who help your being.
The glance of Love is crystal clear.
Let the waters settle and you will see the moon and the stars mirrored in your own being.