If love is wings
I let them bring me to the place that begins
in a quiet reflection
replacing
the power and patterns of reactions
to a breeze, coloring in an own way to feel love
be close in it as a day to remember
what miracle it is to fly.
If love is wings
I let them bring me to the place that begins
in a quiet reflection
replacing
the power and patterns of reactions
to a breeze, coloring in an own way to feel love
be close in it as a day to remember
what miracle it is to fly.
