Truly small, with no feathers on your wings,A sweet symphony your sounds, your chirping,But nature, my friend, gave you for lifeSuch great dreams and flights...
Little bird
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You pour all over my lips, a sweet taste lingering, / The sound of a cello when my fingers pluck the string... / A whole waterfall in my body, and in my hands too, / When you walk playfully, when...
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A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
Gratitude
You will not say thank you to me, Just as you do not say thank you to your heartbeats That carve the face of my life. But I will say to you…