How wonderful is the sun.
My life is love
I have confidence in my heart that one day I will be able to touch my hands and usually I will live looking at the colorful flowers of the garden all
class of flowers the garden where angels sing with joy I colored
the clouds and through them I see many toucan in the garden and other types of animalia and just below the stones of the cachoeras the fish a
A poetess woman thinking only of
write your poetry and the wind comes the serene and from me comes the dew it comes like an angel who always wants to water the flowers I love the flowers being to be near them is what I always really wanted and
hear the singing of birds and power
know all the nature that goes
to be always close to me made the dew my look only wants to look at her I think I would take her to the heavens on my angel wings she
It was something that I wanted very much like a Christmas dream. The room was bright and the dream never came true.
promise is eternal we will be together
eternally made a poet and his
Poetry made the magics that were discovered by the magicians made good angel that always comes in
Help us all with much
trust in your heart I
I do everything for my joys
I'm going to declare to the good angels that I want to be forever happy that's a motivational dream only
we can play in our dreams with the hands of
so this make us always happy made the flowers wet with dew and their pouring of fresh water peace through the garden time always beautiful and full of life verses feelings verses and chemicals verses that make me trust you more and shine
Occasionally the joy in me
is intense the light of the moon but I see in them the distance that we are I see my hope again disappear along with the release of this cold star and she goes crying sometimes lost through the garden she walks and mine
tastes for poetry are disappearing and the flowers are
less beautiful honey has not been divided among the bees is no longer
surprisingly my verses because I see the flowers green
losing your colors the people the flowers yourself angel this far away
certain that it will rain more is the trees will not give more fruits in the garden the best fruit is from this garden
the rainbow will not turn on coloring the clouds and what will be the destination of everything here ourselves
we see everything once disappear along with the rain making the sun lose its yellow and without having
trust your light clear to light everything here and everything goes dull that sad is to love only remains the sadness and the memory of a group of flowers that once existed here