It's been a long time since we met in the field,
The place where calmness spreads,
All great points we create,
Where white light appears,
It's the wall where birds love to perch.
Birds of all kinds find peace,
A place of union, our daily hearth,
I miss you my love, bird with a pure song,
I love to sing the sound of your voice,
For it is a lake of joy.
My wall cracked yesterday,
And my heart raced,
I still need your help,
This is a letter from the mountain,
It needs your descent for the mystery to give birth.
Listen to my podcast full of speeches,
It carries the field of life,
Where our seeds will shine,
The romance session,
That is where the stream in the leaves emerges,
All the green colour appears,
Indicating the logic of our love.
Our special sea is now alive.
© Michael Mussa poetry
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