Poetry book *** I want to sleep, to be fast asleep, But my thoughts don`t let me, They make me ask God If I love Him, if I truly love Him, And He answers me with the same question "Do you love me?" "My Lord, I want to be the child Who appears from Blue flowers And tells You from the distance, laughing And running to You: "Look, My Lord, the blue flowers! I give them to You, They are Yours Because You caressed them Every night when the moon rises, You know, My Lord, I watched You last night, I saw the tears that made Your face glitter, The stars were singing but You kept silent, I beg You to take these blue flowers, They are YoursBecause they are born from Your tears.
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