the dance

the dance to the mood

the moon disappears; eclipses

the choke to the smoke

and the dryness of the water

the late spring blossoms

the radiation at night

the butterfly ready to fly and not shy

flapping its wings and keeping its head high

not waiting for any permission

you set yourself out in an adventurous mission

when the rude coward comes to smile downwards

you look at them sternly, with some pride and certainly,

that they become afraid.

you now know you have won

with no struggle or any hassle.

don’t let anyone push you around

but learn to stand your ground

the end of the road

is to see the beginning of the near end future