Aug 17
HOW OFTEN
It is easy to kiss a flower or travel far toward love on a long night? And it's easy to sing in the evening when the wind caresses your cheeks like a butterfly dancing among the trees. Oh, how the trees love to touch the face of the river. How often do your shadows tell me about walking among the colorful paths, and that it's something that delights the heart, perhaps one day I'll find a thread or a hand pointing to you. How often do I remember the features of your face on mornings caressed by the breeze? How often have I been dazzled by its captivating fragrance? How often have I drawn with your shadows an embrace and a kiss like strange travelers who have come from afar. They spend the night among the hills, their eyes only smiling between unforgettable waterfalls.
It is easy to kiss a flower or travel far toward love on a long night? And it's easy to sing in the evening when the wind caresses your cheeks like a butterfly dancing among the trees. Oh, how the trees love to touch the face of the river. How often do your shadows tell me about walking among the colorful paths, and that it's something that delights the heart, perhaps one day I'll find a thread or a hand pointing to you. How often do I remember the features of your face on mornings caressed by the breeze? How often have I been dazzled by its captivating fragrance? How often have I drawn with your shadows an embrace and a kiss like strange travelers who have come from afar. They spend the night among the hills, their eyes only smiling between unforgettable waterfalls.
