your time comes.
Just like that,
as if everything would have always been very simple,
as if you haven’t years after years
been trying, waiting, trembling
secretly waving carpets of dreams,
fearing to bring them out.
And then one day
you simply sing your song,
step out of your hideaway,
through the armors of thick thoughts,
and clearly say
who you are
and what you want
and begin to shine with all your simplicity
so divinely beautiful
that you astonish even yourself
and you smile
and walk on
with Beauty in your eyes
as if with this lightness
you have always walked the Earth.
Simply, your time comes.
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