Category : Poems

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Her blond hair hides 

Old traces of my blood. 

 I used to caress her often,

 Now I hardly catch her smiling in a picture. 
 Her small and thin body

 Hides the storm in my life,

And when we made love

 It was like mixing stars with the clouds.
Her eyes saw further than I could see,

 I left both her hands completely free 

To fly with the butterflies... following the sea.