distant love
Distance doesn’t mean
anything,
sometimes that distance bring us
wonderful perfumes of an ancient existence;
far yes but with all the love
inside our hearts
and between all those days
of sadness
(because distance can be sad sometimes)
a soft memorie of old days.
When only the tenderness was present
and your sweet smile was
perfuming my air.
You.
That splendid wolf
and your heart.
Like a yellow butterfly
or an amazing bird.
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