A whisper in the forest
so gentle and soft as a lullaby
she heard.
The green carpet of the landscape trembled
of expectation
as she stretched her arms to to sky
and said a prayer
almost sorrow
almost love.
Suddenly all the leaves
started to sing along
and the lullaby became fate.
She saw him across the mist
the breeze led the way
and every step they took
was the beginning of a symphony of
surrender.
©Graça Costa
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