midnight in the garden of peace

midnight in the garden of peace
At one point they become all golden.
A beautiful sight.
Their golden wings flicker
and resemble fireflies on a summer night.
The sky is crystal clear,
golden dots flicker above us
and thought is born,
there is enough sky and sun for everyone,
and, under them, we are all equal and,
as such, golden.
A little more to last
Nights and days,
joys and sorrows,
birth and death,
gray and purple…
Everything spins in a circle,
goes and comes.
We are scared, excited,
tired, happy sometimes.
But,
no matter how hard
is the ride,
we don't want
to get off that carousel.
We want to be a part of it,
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