Paula Vibert Photography


How many more Sundays, my love, will I live

I’m counting the weeks, one by one,

praising Sundays, one by one,

Praising you, breath by breath

Worshiping life

Singing my last song


till my final expiration

and reunion with you

like vapour blending with dew drops

melody with harmony


I’m writing a letter every week,

shedding the remnants of what I was

hanging from the thin thread of life

and leave the echo of my voice behind

my song

a sound

a trace of light

travelling through space

stretching my broken wings

to the fringes of eternity


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