May all this feeling rightly shine

Through all the dots

Kindly bright.. to be

So kind

That I am pleasing to us all

With common heart slightly torn

May all this feeling be as just

As growth unruly couldn’t last

The base was awful

So was I

Forgive me, please

Heart Divine.

Guide me

Through the limits

Trust me through the stars

Until now and ever.

Bright.

May the dots become?

Please?

Text and photography: Alicja Pyszka-Franceschini, 2025