your breath in mine
like the sound of waves caressing the beach, summertime
in the middle of the night
my breath in yours
like the wail of the wind through closed blinds
in the middle of the night
your breath in mine
like a violin solo rising slowly and flying over the hurricane
at the end of the night
our breath our souls
like the beat of drums
sound of our roots, will give us strength to go far
early morning arrives
our breaths a symphony
as waves of the sea
our discovery journey has just began
nothing else we know
Marco Bo
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