L I F E

The before minute

is dying with the speedily

that born the next,

The shooting star

switch the heat of my body

The weight of my tears

that furrow rivers 

on my pink cheek,

are past things;

My clock is in reverse…

Between the angels 

I imagined my voice,

Clamoring awaken of my dream

Missing my self…

Missing my freedom…

I retuned to my life

To take this precious gift;

the sun caress

made me smile;

The miracles exist…

I open my arms

and hold the wind

My first step as a baby

I am not alone

A soul’s army walks with me.

The mystery of the future,

is under to my foot;

Only the love can

find me at dawn,

with a sensual touch….

With love,

Miranda

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