It is the happiness that goes
Removing with their fertile
Wings
All the flowers of my body
That when opening up
They perfume with their scent.
Let the windows open
And that remain silent the murmurs
In the internal of my heart
That the spring has arrived
Flowered
To my heart,
Are your lips
Possessed of color
That which wild
Flowers
Butterflies
Free of fear
They go colonizing each span
Of my interior wall.
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