She has arrived
She's home
Clothes worn for days
Unwashed but pure
Shivering she lies down on a wooden bench
Warmed up by the great amount of sparkling stars, she regains hope
She's in her own little world where she could stay forever
"But all good things come to an end", she says without wanting to believe it
Something reminds her she doesn't have much time left
She sits, then stands up straight
She walks on towards the wooden steps
Very slowly, absorbing it all
She goes up, then down
On bare feet she walks on
Her feet are freezing but she continues
'Cause she loves the little white cold grains, earlier heated up by what she sees as most precious in her little world
As she walks on to what she sees as second most precious, the grains become more moist
The 'every-day-normal' person would never go there
Nobody could see her
She gazed at what caressed her eyes at that moment
Though she was cold on the inside and at the outside
Though she felt insecure and safe at the same time
She had so much to offer
But she didn't know to whom
As the salty sea caressed her feet
He hold her very tight and whispered in her ear : "I hope our love lasts forever...!"
Nota: Com pedido de publicação recebemos esta mensagem inserida num comentário para editar no "dia dos namorados",a autora identificou-se,sendo natural da Cova Gala.
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