The most beautiful we can witness
when we are on the roof watching the stars. is cold , very cold but I don't care because I get used to loving him.
The sky moves my dreams and the clouds keep my promises.
It's clear that the eternal silences thinking about the moonlight that inspires me to make my imagination happy could still be the best memories for someone; I don't worry about that, I dream like the eternal writer and smile like the sweet dreamer .
Nobody knows what I hide because I love to be discreet and not give my whole heart to the world because they do not deserve it.
My dreams are coming true as the clouds move forward and I share my smiles with strangers who are the most supportive as I pass between the leaves of the trees, they encourage me from a distance to continue telling secrets with the little magic that I learned to create one day .
Em.R
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Poetry of Dreams
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