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10 January 2014

Caresses

That hand that
Slow down on my chest
As a feather on the ice,
Is coming as flying butterfly
Where the hill rises with the Sun,
And I capture it and protect
Like a flower rare and enchanted

Far away, in the echo of a sigh
That I hear in the wind
I feel you're coming to me
While you seek me with your whole self
Without understanding that 
I have been always at your side





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