Everywhere.
I’m slowly
and sweetly
sliding
somewhere.
Outside the windowpane.
Is it Autumn which is coming?
Couldn’t it be just Summer that is getting old?
Seasons
Are
Everywhere
Confused.
On the Inside.
My fragile tiny heart is still soaked by Love -
bright cells pulse in the dark, on the rhythm of this never tired heartbeat.
Everywhere.
Talking to God more often than before,
just to understand if this one was the plan that He has kept for me.
[If it is,
everything finally seems to be in the right place.]
And when I’m tired, my sweat is made of Love.
When I’m sad, my tears are made of Love.
When I’m happy, there’s Love in my smile.
When I’m too thoughtful, there’s nothing but Love in my thoughts.
When I’m sleeping, I’m dreaming about Love.
When I’m awake, I’m living for Love.
[tags]God, Love[/tags]
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