Lindemberg Pereira da Silva (04/03/1985 / Brazil)
'A Warm Morning In The Winter'
Above on the tree, inside a safe nest,
two little birds warm up themselves.
To bear the cold of the winter,
Entwined on their wings, between the leaves.
Cover my heart from the cold of the loneliness,
Enfolding me tightly in your arms.
I dream of your fondness in every sunset,
From spring to spring lied on my bed.
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