air sings the words life we painted Random day of travel
in love pain melancholy
is a bit of time we
rich legacy of eye that has landed on him ...
we do not always know how men keep their wounds
remember it
nor as a reason to help grow this flower in
their soul that begins to open
was for him that he wanted to reach out to
peace
and watch the men disunited
Out of the night
I married men who love
and the light of their smiles
was the most beautiful poems I have ever
write
without love life is one long journey
a train that we prevails over the years
but one who looks a little landscape
already opened her heart for an eternity
it remains elsewhere in the world
many other walls to break down
mean rumor
rumbling and nothing can stop
are people
unimportant and sometimes say nothing
but are there by their silence when they
are far
each of us in his field
participates in his heart
to the great human adventure
by his quest to happiness
it is said that never
flame of truth in our souls
can be extinguished altogether
and it enlightens us in secret
you who redrew the lines of my hand to slide
yours ...
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