You landed on my hand, my dear,Oh butterfly with blinding colors,Let me feel richWith your healing scent.
Lie sweetly on my hand,Light and gentle, like the wind,I’ll close my hand to keep you warm,And open it when spring comes
To race away and flyTo spread your wings from flower to flower,To blind me with fresh colorsTo pour the nectar of love upon me.
It is enough to see a snowflake, And quickly wrap a scarf around your neck, To hold a warm cup in your hand Sitting by the window drinking coffee. To…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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