12th Poem (Mistery)

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In the rivers of the time
don't hear all you can
many says the darkness
is a punishment
of the creator, or of The Absolute.


But nobody knows
what lies ahead
even if a drop have fallen
tomorrow is not the same.


When you are happy
because she breathes
and you don't see the signs
many others says, the light
is a gift
of the luck, or have been built by you.

In the forest of your memory
you don't remember the moment
when you fell in love
that's not an illusion
it's real because of you know
and the people says
she is spellbound
and she will have gone soon...


But nobody knows
what lies ahead
even if a lightning have broken a tree
tomorrow is not the same
I want you know this
the life is a beautiful
great and deep mistery...

My love, it is true
and even if a storm will come
I'm here with you
together will decipher

this beautiful
great and deep mistery...
 
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In the rivers of the time
don't hear all you can
many says the darkness
is a punishment
of the creator, or of The Absolute.


But nobody knows
what lies ahead
even if a drop have fallen
tomorrow is not the same.


When you are happy
because she breathes
and you don't see the signs
many others says, the light
is a gift
of the luck, or have been built by you.

In the forest of your memory
you don't remember the moment
when you fell in love
that's not an illusion
it's real because of you know
and the people says
she is spellbound
and she will have gone soon...


But nobody knows
what lies ahead
even if a lightning have broken a tree
tomorrow is not the same
I want you know this
the life is a beautiful
great and deep mistery...

My love, it is true
and even if a storm will come
I'm here with you
together will decipher

this beautiful
great and deep mistery...
Congratulations my dear friend! Your words are for me, fall in love again! See you in the next presentation!
 
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