Love, Child. Poem by Nina gáspari

Love, Child.



All the silly songs take new meanings
All the pretty flowers seem to be greetings
The dusty unfolded poems now make sense
They finally touch your heart, go deep into your soul
You run out of breath,
Seems like oxygen isn´t enough
What is that, child?
A tiny big thing, called love.

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