Lisa Stér Cöy

I am the breeze around you

The leaves that fall from the tree

The petal of the rose more beautiful.

You are the dew before the breeze

That soaks the fallen leaves

On the tree’s feet.

I am the blood

You, the arteries

From one heart only.

Without the blood, artery won't alive

And without the artery, blood has no rhumb.

By Lisa Stér Cöy. 

(Part of the book "Dreams, Loves and Illusions ...")

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