Put your hand on my heart
you feel my breath?
that speaks only of you wandering thought
who leaves his eyes filled with happy
to those of a child star
you hear me? Wherever you try
melodic notes of a piece with no end
face and eyes to see where you
to feel that in me you live and
forward with the force of a hurricane
warmer gentle soul
and continues to blow
tired skin
that breath of love that is pure source of life and rebirth
While your shirt
stands there and tells you
by an empty chair ...
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