MUTUAL HOPE
Love that transforms us in poetry
Mutual hope, mine and yours.
In dance mix night and day,
Life continues to dance.
From my I am giving my garden.
I get from your, a butterfly
That settles slowly and come to me,
While you perfume, so beloved...
My pile, I find in your rhyme
Breadwinners of ourselves, impossible,
Love that already floods and always press
By embracing mischievous, the incredible dream.
Love that pours out of you sick of me,
Inverse and hidden, laugh at the end...
MARCOS LOURES
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