Sergio Jaime

(23/05/1987)

Little box


It is here, it is now,
Made of the dreams and hopes,
Of wishes and soft thoughts.
Here you have, it is shaped of feelings and desires,
Inside you'll find, my happiness, my sadness,
The sight of a vast garden, the gentle smell of the flowers,
The raining tears on a lonely tree,
The feel of the piano talking to the violin.
It is closed with the strength of the tides,
And a key with form the blue sky,
Made small for your soft tender hands,
Made for the one with the pure heart,
As contains the talks of a soul,
As my life is inside this little box.

Submitted: Saturday, July 07, 2012

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