I never really get used, or tired of it.
It's like a wind that goes through, only that it doesn't hurt or destroy.
It's a wind that enlightens and heals.
The reason is a wind is how strong it hits.
And how cold inside I'm left feeling.
I hear the beep, I read the words.
It leaves me speechless, smiling, excited, contemplating.
Even if small, it is very big.
Because it's a symphony
In the moon,
A color
In a book,
The sun
In the winter,
In the surprise
In her greatness
In our love
Tthe speed of a magnet coming closer
The smell of love.
And sound of harmony
Surely I wouldn't escape
I indeed contemplate
And as I take her goodnight
Her lyrical whispers still remain
Singing within my heart
And the colors
Around the world
For me
Are not the same
The colors are now
Picturesque
Polished
Embracing
As a journey through a road
From a farm to a tree
From a tree to a house
And I already hear the sound
The village of lives
With buildings of dreams
Giving many smiles
To the two hearts
That built them as high.