Caressing the silence of a smile And worrying
escaping silently blowing for good, she waits for the
time falls in love the moment
it stops in his banter and vagrant.
She listens while a haunting melody,
Born in the center of his ballads imaginary
A flower of skin plucks all his unspoken words in
Se relieves the soul to feel light.
She hopes one time crank the clock,
the same grain of sand at the origin of pearls Could
finally prevent the earth from turning
To write for hours without them s'éperlent.
then installed in his bubble with orange highlights,
The caterpillars strip her heart on folded papers
And inhabited autumn leaves fly
For their ephemeral dance still amazed.
She leaves, still looking at the option of his "maybe", Is
question, try an ounce of response.
empathy and love for companion in single master,
It explores emotions, never gives up.
Once the outflow bed, the story inked
It can turn the page, free of his dreams,
Then return to the world knowing it better anchor. Over his ills
drained, she finally passes the sponge.
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