Painting
The melody of your eyes
caresses my skin
as hummingbirds fly
to rose damasquin.
A few silver drops of laugh
jump at night.
Some sparks of our love
recreate flight.
And shiny marble columns
are dancing
under the shadows of the lamps.
Your presence is like an endless celebration,
how blessed I am to feel this moment.
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