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The Valkyrie’s Kiss

Don’t tell me when I have to close my eyes. I don’t want to know. I don’t want the golden trees that dance around me to fade into darkness.

Don’t tell me when to forget. I fear growing old. Don’t take away from me the smile that flashed on the girls’ cheeks when I returned home smeared with mud.

Don’t tell me not to feel. Because I feel. Everything. From the scars burning on my back to the golden grass growing under my feet. From the free flight of hummingbirds to the chains that cut a young fool’s wrists.

Don’t you dare laugh at me. I don’t want your smile. I want the one for my daughters, which is brighter. The brightest of all.

And don’t you dare cry. Because only I saw, remembered, felt, and smiled. Only I have the right to tears.

But sing to me. Whisper in my ear. I want to hear your voice in that blue wind that freezes my broken bones. Tell me why the trees here dance. Why can’t I dance too? Tell me a story.

Makes me sleep in this world of golden creatures. And when I finally rest, kiss my forehead and sneak out. Tread the leaves carefully. Leave me here.

And go embrace another hero.

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Brazilian pharmacist in loved with History, Fantasy and Ecofiction. Author of The Blood of the Goddess. I write about nature in poems and fantasy stories.

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Paulo Moreira

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Brazilian pharmacist in loved with History, Fantasy and Ecofiction. Author of The Blood of the Goddess. I write about nature in poems and fantasy stories.

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