A place | Poem
A place
to that place where it doesn't exist
doubt or suffering,
in which the mist dissipates
With hugs and forgotten grudge
on the wall it is hung to be stoned.
are the desires resolved
and the time available and willing
to draw your gestures
Seeing you smile at me sincerely
that mask what conceals the truth
that's why the verse doesn't stop
and follow your walk by your side.
is the pillow on my neck tired
and your breath the vitamin that moves the wind
no regret for that when I see you I say
what I feel with conviction and dedication.
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