Open arms

W. B. U.

You will see that everything is not lost,
if you wanted therefore it,
listen to the rumors of flight
that they are insinuates by your heart,
scratches every thing,
tears the anchylosed and infamous fear.
Listen me, I am turned into moan,
that it is deafs and it rendered.

You will never be happy accepting the fear,
it imagines that you unfold your wings
for the first time,
and you must to conquer the confusion
that presses to you,
for once, jump,
that I am here and my arms are open…