traveler would be the wind that escapes from your hands ...
Being sprayed by the flower you warm in the morning,
be like the rain that gives life through meadows and mountains.
I want to be the star that you ask your desire;
Or the moon in love, waiting for his sun ...
That sand is attached to the skin and no breaks with the touch ....
That wave breaking forcefully with rage and fury, obliterating everything
dragging everything that causes pain.
I feel so needed, much as it was days ....
Isangel
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