If the wind knew
how to read my heart
I would ask it to shout
to let it take me away.
If the sun
could burn my soul
I would run after the horizon
to never lose it.
If the sky were able
to caress my face
I would be able to fly
to flee with it.
Now
tomorrow
forever
eternally
love.
3.9. '14
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