Waves become wings
when the silence ring
to the treasures of inner chambers.
Fond affections born from clear intention
in a single wish become complete.
Waves and wings be real again
not me in a lonely day
but rather us in a butterfly song.
Dreams of waves become flesh,
transform a holocaust in paradise.
My magical wings lets ride the wave
and recall the world we still know how to shine.
A siren in the desert of space
pointing a direction to the found lost.
Lets not end this journey in tears
because smile and happiness is our nature.
Magical waves I want to merge with you
and evolve forever in your mystical dance.
this poem is an offer to my mysterious Spirit
by: Ricardo Amaral
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