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You are

You are the "feeling-home" feeling
of the smell of freshly brewed beans
in the coffee-shop, you set up in my heart

 

You are the peace the sunset brings
when the last strokes are painted
on the palette of the horizon
where my eyes take rest

 

You are the mystery in a misty morning
when the sun is sleeping in
and the fog that the sea breeze brings

takes custody of the valleys of my Soul

 

You are playing hide and seek
between the stars, when I lost myself

in the galaxy of light on a moonless night
far away in my imagination


You are so many things to me…
but most of all


You are

my best friend

my inspiration

my home.

◄ About Magic

The riddle called Love ►

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