I left a wish

Photo by Julian Paolo Dayag

 

 By Alba-Maria Grembi 

 The wind beats gently on the leaves of the future. They loudly release a music that calls out to me: listen to me! Listen to the pulses that my love leaves in front of your soul's music. Feel me! Feel my thought circling you; tying me unwillingly to your hands. The wind gently beats my heart as it beckons to you: I am here. 

Mitch Kesler

You feel me—you sense me. My form revolves around your spirit, lost in the desire to live me. Do not despair, do not be lost; you are love: you will find me. Your desire wedges a hope in the eyes of the world. A hope that I see; and I live it, every day (every hour, every moment). Touch the wind, leave your hope to it—He will bring it to me. It will bring me to you.

Cottonbro Studio

Do you hear? Do you hear the music of the wind as it whistles a tune? It is His purpose for us. I heard you humming the word that my spirit only knows. I saw you dancing in the sunrise, lost in the pleasure of the wind, shouting your wish. Yes: I heard, I felt, I saw. 

Amirhesam Golzar

I saw you; I saw me, in the music of the wind, in the soul of the universe, in the peace of the sea (verily I tell you, it will be shaken in our footsteps). I am a half that is whole in your music—scattered boldly at the bottom of an abyss. The abyss is frightened, crying darkly: love! She loses me in your own eyes.

George Desipris

I left a wish in God's eyes. He grasped it and threw it to the wind for the stars to hear.

Stein Egil Liland

You hear me! You see me! I am a bright figure in your dim dreams, and when you wake up secretly you don't forget it. What is love to you? It is a wish that your form may be found in my eyes; it is a song to the music of the wind; it is a beautiful disturbance in the leaves of the trees; it is a command in the totality of the universe—that touches us forever in the heart. It is a dance in the sunrise: in the joy of the wind.

Elifskies

    I touch the wind and leave hope to it—so that it's brought to you. You hear me humming the word that your soul only knows. I take in my hands the wind that the stars sent me, and I feel only a form: You.

Paul Theodor Oja

 I see you: you stare at the horizon, waiting for the sunrise. I touch you: I'm whole in your music. We scatter it together at the bottom of the abyss—she is frightened by the power. She gets lost; she despairs; she cries out, Love!

Movoyagee

I Left a Wish

 By Alba-Maria Grembi 

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