With songs and music, I find myself whispering promises to the sky. The sun never says anything at all, even when we talk for hours to no end. He just stays in the sky looking down at me, listening to all the tales I tell him about my love and promises to you. Even when I don't say your name, he knows it is you about you. He, like me, takes joy in listening to the silence of the wind as I share yet another promise about our future.
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I Would love to tell You || Poetry ||
PoesíaHave you ever fell in love? Have you ever fell in love so much that every breath, and every moment, you think of them? I have. And it is impossible to explain it, being able to say "I love you" to them every day is not enough anymore. So I wrote a b...
