I
leave you a bouquet of flowers in the window of your dreams,
in
case your heart feels alone and has closed the doors.
I
leave you a melody of harps as sweet chord,
in
case your ears no longer want to hear bitter words.
I
leave you a kiss with wings,
in
case yours have lost the flight and are always folded.
I
leave my heart and your heartbeat next to your pillow,
in
case you lost your pulse and you need a pacemaker for the soul.
And
if all this does not reach,
I
will lift you on my flight so you feel the strength of my arms that
take you in you.
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