Toothpaste Whiteheads
Your soul afraid
chastened by the events, the wind had given
his cry of pain, my soul instead
tired and dissatisfied,
scanned the sky waiting for a sign, the receptivity of our hearts
did the rest of the work and now
love hath been revealed
in all its magical beauty,
our corner of heaven but
covers every now and then dark clouds, then promptly lights
the return of the sun that warms the heart
. We open our arms with confidence
grind our armor,
because today is a new day and its effect
melt
forever our fears.
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