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I still touch you like a flower, you are the dew of the last thought,
Your smile is a breeze to me, through the rain of weeping leaves.
I take the courage of a whisper to caress your wounded rustle,
To hold in your hand the light that I have to throw into infinity....
The alleys are written on my forehead with the stolen inserts
I walk with God in mind, why are you God so far away?
I would like you to write to me forever, with the ray of a rainbow,
As autumn is your divine whisper and the leaf, I have always been here.
On the day broken from silence, I seat the bride of a tear
To wander with your longing through the Universe of other passions...
Wounded trees blossom, touch innocent colors,
Then I die watching, under the sky, true loves.
Another innocent twilight learned to fly through the clouds
Leaves of thought fall from the branches, migratory birds pass by..
To another sunset, to other dreams with white silk wings,
My kiss rests softly on your beautiful hands...
I touch you again, like a flower, you are the dew of the last thought,
Your smile is a breeze to me, through the rain of weeping leaves.
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