LOVED IN VALLEYS OF HE-BRON

Wanderlino Arruda


At your table, I breathe flowers
I taste shades,
I inhale dreams,
I hear my lover’s voice,
I walk in waves of love.

Charming is the dawn,
because it shines in fragrances
of the most sparkling garden.
Rain and sun!

Between bubbles of splendor,
my lover’s kiss flies sweetly,
she has the scent of myrrh
and lies upon my chest.

My lover is like a wild flower,
her touch brings me luminous wind
like a flower of henna,
or like a flock of tenderness
of the vineyards at Engedi.

nearly far from He-bron.

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