YOU’RE EYES
At the top of the hill, the dense forest,
Emerald green in the sun.
To me so spectacular finishes off
And steals the landscape in afterglow...
Reflect my dreams happiest
Searching the limits of hope.
I keep getting these green nuances
That I keep desires of on child...
Pouring such beauty, the trees,
In the woods it on the mountain tops,
Reveals the secrets to heavenly,
And make a wonderful skyline...
Seeing that hope goodbyes,
I remind, my love, your eyes...
MARCOS LOURES
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