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Feelings subtly burn in my mind,
like the living fire that is never felt,
they whisper in the wind soft melodies,
each dawn their faces are guides.
They return luminous, like the rising sun,
illuminating shadows, chasing away the present.
I look at the clear sky, pure and transparent,
where dreams float, flying innocently.
The clouds dance white, smiles of the day,
reflections of hope, in their wild joy.
The stars, in the night, whisper their enchantment,
Weaving in the gloom a canvas of mantle.
Every ray of sunshine, every leaf in the wind,
is an eternal verse born of feeling.
Like a poem written in the serene air,
it speaks of the love that blooms in the fullness.