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I imagine a divine encounter,
where there are no messages, no hidden letters,
only the echo of footsteps, a subtle breeze,
that life catches me between lost laughter,
like a small miracle, a feverish moment.
Walking through the streets, searching for you at random,
the unexpected sparkle in a corner café,
a café where the world can be forgotten,
and time slows down in a divine routine.
Your starry eyes, my calm heart,
a sincere hug that drowns out the pain,
like an ancient whisper,
a burning fire that never stops.
The hours are dressed in bright flowers,
every ray of sunshine invites us to dance,
and in that moment, so pure, so before,
the silence speaks and lets us dream.