as if I were wine from the sacred fountain of life.
Sip it,
with the joy of the moment
so long in coming,
and of a tomorrow that may not ever be dawn.
Feel me...
listen the voice of your body
and the whisper of your soul.
Look at me
and slowly contemplate the extasis of dawn
in this body made spring
by your hands.
©Graça Costa
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