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Violet, Me, Them & One Heart
© WRiTER oN THe MoON
Give me a word and I will sow it; I will cradle and pamper it.
Together, let's look forward to it giving a bud, a sign of life.
Sooner rather than later, from that word I am convinced that a small stem will be born, that it will grow... And some day, it will be a tree and from it we will obtain infinite and pure lyrics.
The bucolic tree that rocks its foliage under the currents of the sea!
It is not fantasy. That is what happened! She and only she, gave me a word that I planted in the depths of the underwater bed.
For her, for me, for them; that is, for everyone...