The destiny of love

The idea of love was not stop.
It was in a hurry to arrive.
In fact, it was passing through planet Earth without being noticed.
However...
It paused,
It took a refreshing water,
It took a nap under a leafy tree.
After...
It climbed mountains,
It ran savannahs,
It crossed deserts,
It breathed cold air.
Suddenly...
It saw children playing,
Running and jumping,
Smiling and crying,
Hugging and pushing.
White, black, in diversity.
To the north, south, east and west,
Where the eye could reach.
It did not resist ...
Fell in love.
It does not even remember its destiny anymore.

From: 
Brazil


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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am a brazilian poet. I believe that we should learn to feel the essential, no more and no less, just the essential.


Last updated October 05, 2017