by : Bacardi Gold
21/may/2021
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I’m standing here
waiting for you
to carry me somewhere
where flowers talk and listen
Take me to a place
where language is never spoken
where the human eyes speak to a few
and can read my lips in view
My heart beats
but you never understand
you touched my face
only to be left anew
Your whispers are wordless
yet my ears listened
and i had the presumption
that your love is endless
Carry my thoughts to the heavens
where chances are great
that you can read my mind
and nurture my dreams
Wind, i’m here on top of this foggy hill
let me be the one to interfere
let the urgent cleansing of the soul commence
and make this paradise my heaven i love so dear…
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