Idea: delayed

the heart– upon a
positive, welcome
omen: white doves
fluttering–
smiles, the heart
takes flight
and its desire,
the fueling might,
leaves a dusting trail
behind: hope
in the image of clouds
of souls
hope in mid-air
in the middle of your throat
hope flying
in spirals, ever upwards–
ascension of the heart
warm and mute, that
upon arrival
ignites the image
and sound,
of a word:
an idea

the fiery throb
of a benevolent burn

(28052017,  D.)

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