The Valley Of The Lover Comments

Sometimes at night, in the quiet of the valley, gently he lies. He gazes at the stars and sends kisses to them as they respond in their lively beam. Until at the hour he presses his eyes against the grass, he remembers how her smile was the light of her face.

He believed that all the time he shared his heart in pieces, she took the biggest part of his feelings. Until the rain poured on the valley and was mixed in roses with dust, the recipe to kiss her lips became prejudice to his soul.
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