Falling stars,
breaking sky,
heavenly rain
embracing my
delicate skin.
Waterdrops
into the eyes,
creating maps
that guide you
into my heart.
Unchain vessels
by creating endless lands
with fearless kisses
opening delicate
flower paths.
Spring will come,
waiting is not in vain,
time is a river that unfolds
the lovely blossoms of dreams.
I have done what I loved to do.
I may rest in peace.
We all do in love.
What is life about?Must we run away from those who intend to leave us without hope? When undone, where do our dreams go? Are they are still there waiting for us? Are we in need of passion to transform dreams into reality? Where does that internal fire come from? Imagination and love toward what we do. Doing what we most love gives us peace of action, and then of a restful mind.
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