Narrativa y ficción
Unending
little door.
Por Violeta Lugo
Blue morning, sounds on water, sings of nature.
your lingering touch seeks the warmth of the Sun,
In silence, your eyes speak of the calm of our beating hearts.
Suddenly No fear, regret or worry is the room.
We left it outside, in here, we bloom.
Time passes through…it won't reach us,
There's nothing that could be taken out of my hands,
I posses nothing, I only feed of devotion,
I pour Eternal love…