TO LOVE
From the skies the beauty
Low wind with tenderness
Without urgency, with certainty
To the golden thoughts
That written on a canvas
Do not slow down or start
Of the truth that ensnares,
But when it all begins
In that simple complaint
Nothing is opposed
Because it is given that God has
Between man and nature
And let no one dare
To scorn the prowess
Which in the heavens is written
The one to love, that in blue transits
Without stumbling or sadness.
Author: Jorge Aimar Francese Hardaick
- Argentina - 10-15-2016
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