The View

The View

The climate inspires my hands
to spread love through the clouds
and smiling will be the recipe for forgiveness;
welcome to my thoughts.

Seeking my place, the road began
with tears through valleys,
while the whispers from the south
brought golden leaves and pierced the air
in the blink of an eyelid.

For ages, the solace of my silence
revealed itself only by the bleeding tears
of conscience, the suffering of my soul
continued to follow the albatross along
the skyline and chased angles
throughout corridors where the lonely
find peace in the dreams of tomorrow.

The simplicity of life was denounced
by the hatred of the man on a white line,
as the passing of his lies trapped me
beneath the illusion of reality.

Finally, my thoughts became free
from the hunger for a new life;
I went back in time, seeking her face
but the shadow hunts me to this day.

With love at first sight,
her eyes still shine under the moon,
her lips are touched by remembrance
and the air is moved by the sound of her voice.

Melodies bounce through waves
and, innocently, we embark on
the escape of pure love;
the appetite of seduction waits for
the moment to burst thought our veins.


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