She was meant to be my shadow,
thin ankle with sound pulp,
knee cap in every word.

She was climbing on the rain
to make the earth green
to make everything flourish.

From so much joy
I was watching her like a miracle
stretched over the world.

She outshined in
her astonished eyes
and couldn’t notice anything unusual
at people that were watching her.

I have butterflies in my stomach,
unstopped invasions
as burning letters
in the food words.

Follow those relative moments
that smoke the flight in the air,
to inwardly feel your taste
that leaves a stain my heart.