Rebirth

I know it feels like the end

But it’s only one

Of the beginnings

The road is made with them

As a cloth of uneven tissues

None matches the preceding

Or the follower.

Like a rainbow of dreams

Rain reflecting the sun

From the meeting of two foes

Beauty arises

Remembering that life

Came with pane

And the first breath

Exhaled from tears

And so through the sadness

Hapiness will always find a way

To Rebirth.

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Isa Lisboa

Foto: Matteo Arfanotti

Poema originalmente publicado no Tubo de Ensaio - Laboratório de Artes