Bluish wind

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A bluish wind crossed through my soul
In the sunset when I was sleepy,
rocked the soul like a friend does,
like a devotee full me of happiness

I want to search the fountain of my motive.
I will wakes up and sob when I find it
removing doubts in my shy dreams,
meeting again my frequent space to live

Dreaming, sorrow will seem to be lighter,
I will traverse the risk of causing echoes of laugh,
telling you reasons, because in brief seconds,
a humid and disturbing breeze will fall down

I will sleep, howling, the verse that agonizes,
I enjoy a dream that the soul turns it
into an instrument recorder of laughs
and into a recollection that brings us the luck

While I sleep my body is soft,
potion of stupor on my soul spills,
when the goblin hoards feathers of bird,
and waits for the secrets of the death

the wind is more dense when I understand
I want to meet you while the rain falls down,
tattoos of flowers and my body is the hand,
I want to be a Poet when I wake up …

 

In this language
your verses continue
being equal of beautiful
a pleasure to find you here.
A bluish wind gives me this motive today
Regards​

 

Thank u Sabrina... Your Words always gives me a motive to continuing...