Being born again

What would stop the world,

making its way through so many muted cries,

so that even at the sound of hearts,

rediscover the greatness of every morning.

World, let go of that which makes you forget,

so you can remember what made you great one day.

Hug yourself from pole to pole,

be proud of everything you cover.

Shudder at your intensity,

in joyfully celebrating your wonders.

World, soak your creations in enthusiasm,

accompanying them in the light of the new day.

Attend to even the most insignificant experiences,

they were who saw you born,

they were who gave you life.

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