Saturday, April 23, 2022

A short love story to Hélia

 


They say that roses are red.

They say that the world is grey.

They say that your eyes touch the clouds.

They say that petals have spine and that they do rhyme.

They say that a song is sung.

They say that the world's gone.

They say that they saw an explosion in the sky.

They say that the night brings us together high.

They say that your hair is long.

They say that you're some treasure that I've found.

They say that a day is a day.

They say that the two of us must pay.

They say that your body moves.

They say that your face grooves.

They say that a colour is fine.

They say that we hunt to lie.

They say that we stand still awake.

They say that they saw us by the lake.

They say that a minute pass.

They say that they saw through the looking glass.

We say:

- Let there be a day when our feelings and our words are what from our bodies pour.




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