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Return to Innocence
When life seems to fade off,
you come out from the mist
reaching the beach,
while the violins
play their best note.
When I touch the ground,
I hear the tune of an old
piano, smelling to your parfum,
bringing back our dances
on the balcony.
When I sleep,
your whispers blow
a nice keltoi flute,
envolving my dream
in that old apartment
looking at the sea.
When the wind whistles
the summer music,
I return to my innocence,
running through
the green meadows
towards the blue ocean.
Copyright ©
Maria Fernandez-Garcia
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