it is a summer landscape.
the sun, clouds, green,
flowers and everyone,
joyfully are taking
faces out to the sun.
you have opened hands,
and the concealed heart.
a butterfly is landing on them,
and your thoughts are flying away
as colour kites.
and you are coming back there,
where everything what best you recall
stayed and you remember, because you have
in the memory written,
encrypted forever.
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