Translated from the Spanish original by L.G.G.
When time stands still,
and sadness comes to visit,
I close my eyes and picture you,
like a whisper in my soul.
Your voice is the melody
that soothes my inner storm,
the embrace that hasn't arrived,
the refuge I long for so deeply.
Even if distance becomes a wall,
and pain an ocean of cold,
my heart keeps beating—
for you, for us, for hope.
Because despite it all,
I know love is resilience,
and someday,
the sun will shine again for us.
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Lore (
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Comments2
A lovely metaphor that works so well with our tribulations being the storms of life that always pass and new days are born. A fave
A beautifully written write the storms in our life will pass and another day will be born, enjoyed the read
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