Love of words, love of distance, there in the distance a heart that feels beautiful for me; sigh of a soul that thinks me, and a heart in which I am present in each beat. The longing of my eyes, the desire of my body beyond words and distances, is that the day finally arrives, with me having you. Love is the taste of life, the joy of the heart; the hope of the spirit and the soul its inspiration. Distances and silences in time, as in the time of silence of white, black and eighth note, in the beat of a song. it is, of your words, the expectation of our communication. The love that awaits in your time, the time of love. By Derwell J Fallu
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