Blue well

This visual pleasure is not see every day.

I remember very well the day I went, every blessed step where I filled myself completely with mud was worth it to get to this place.

 

 

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The river ran my dreams in his hands,
he ran so fast delivering him to fate
the roads traveled
This in turn, looked at us with dissimulation,
offering everything of himself,
and me with my empty hands,
so empty...
that the only thing he could offer
It is my humble compliment,
of your unusual beauty.

 

 

Thanks for reading me!

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