Who says Miracles don’t exist,
When Love, the greatest one of all,
Can burst, spontaneously,
Without a call,
Not wanting even to impress,
Born from a look, a slight caress!
And suddenly you see the dawn!
And suddenly you are reborn!
Poetry is very much like this,
Without you calling,
It exists,
Come out of where?
Some hidden mists,
That lifts and shows,
A naked Soul,
Your life’s long list,
And all the Love that can exist!

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