Tell me, you, all the folks? I believe it's true.
Often a dream, when he comes to you,
Reminds a world, but soon it goes
Off shore the streets of shinning stars,
Near lonely hearts, and so far away...
Always the stories, like tiny tears
Let a way for love, and more than love;
Does life a way to feel... to share...
Outside is dangerous; understand and stay.
Repeat all sounds, and smell the music;
Here we are waiting to learn your smile,
Until you tell us the best poem.
Spending time, just like a stream
Seems to build a very, very strong poetry
On the soul of your heart, while life is real!
By Nilza Azzi
nilzaazzi.blogspot.com.br
Often a dream, when he comes to you,
Reminds a world, but soon it goes
Off shore the streets of shinning stars,
Near lonely hearts, and so far away...
Always the stories, like tiny tears
Let a way for love, and more than love;
Does life a way to feel... to share...
Outside is dangerous; understand and stay.
Repeat all sounds, and smell the music;
Here we are waiting to learn your smile,
Until you tell us the best poem.
Spending time, just like a stream
Seems to build a very, very strong poetry
On the soul of your heart, while life is real!
By Nilza Azzi
nilzaazzi.blogspot.com.br