A gentle breeze
I feel the gentle breeze, in calm wind
Brushing against my skin, your smile
disorder in my chest, quieting.
And the touch of your lips, and more precise.
Life comes without warning bringing
In all I spent, each torment,
A new dawn in which division
The end of his bitterness and suffering.
Knowing the harvest promised
In the arms of this noble gardener,
Love is transforming my life,
It allows me to keep the chest open,
Emotions in watering my garden,
Drought of the past at last desert.
Marcos Loures
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