In my days

16 giugno 2018 ore 12:39 segnala



Lips

looking for lips.

Lips

that whisper, that caress, that nourish.

Lips

forever run,

and between one space and another

fingers that play to hide.

A blurring

like sand between the fingers

my moments

with you.

Do

that in my days

nothing is missing.

( Ultimo dei Mohicani )


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immagine Lips looking for lips. Lips that whisper, that caress, that nourish. Lips forever run, and between one space and another fingers that play to hide. A blurring like sand between the fingers my moments with you. Do that in my days nothing is missing. ( Ultimo dei...
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  1. s.hela 16 giugno 2018 ore 21:33
    For you

    O Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds and whose breath gives life to the whole world, listen to me. I come before You, one of your many children.
    I am small and weak. I need your strength and your wisdom.
    Let me walk among the beautiful things and make my eyes admire the red and gold sunset.
    Make my hands respect what You have created, and my ears are acute in hearing Your voice.
    Make me wise, so that I know the lessons you have hidden in every leaf, in every rock.
    I seek strength, not to be superior to my brothers, but to be able to fight my greatest enemy: myself.


    Make me always ready to come to you, with clean hands and straight eyes, so that when life vanishes, like the light at sunset, my spirit can come to you without shame.
  2. U.ltimoDeiMohicani 16 giugno 2018 ore 21:38
    @s.hela Prayer of Yellow Lark - Indian chief Sioux
  3. s.hela 16 giugno 2018 ore 21:45
    Yes Sir :-)
    Good night
  4. U.ltimoDeiMohicani 16 giugno 2018 ore 21:49
    @s.hela Good night to you lady or miss

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