by Eduardo Santos
Yesterday,
The road was rough,
The air, arid,
It would not let me breathe.
Everything was dry,
Even my soul.
I was alone.
Today,
Walking is soft.
I feel the breeze on my face,
I face life of chest open,
Without fear.
Everything is clearer,
Transparent.
You are on me.
My love.
From:
Brazil
Copyright ©:
2017
Last updated March 30, 2017