Sometime ago, I disappeared in the dust.  I had to abandon and keep on going, till I forgot what had to be.

I wanted to see the golden sun rise beyond my oceans, experience what doesn't have shame nor ever will, what can't be obeyed nor ever will, what doesn't have truth.

Some of us never came back to gaze at the silent river waters, to hear the birds sing their stories of those who at once must fled their nests, of what all the warnings couldn't avoid, of what doesn't allow rest nor ever will.  I had to leave to find myself.

I want you to tell me, even halt me if you must, in case I dare to ask you, if what made you even more beautiful was my rushing need to return without a warning, because it had to be.

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