🍁💛Thought is like the wind,
sometimes just whispered and other times strong and impetuous...
And it's very difficult to understand when he will blow,
but you will feel it running and embedding itself on your skin with that intoxicating heat...
Thought is like the wind,
sometimes imperceptible generated by a boundless imagination,
other times closed in a dream written in the book of time...
Thought is like the wind that comes and goes and there is no place or time when it will arrive...
Thought is like the wind that,
as in the lifting of autumn leaves,
moves images,
places and details that you cannot forget...
Thought is a wind that lives on emotions that blow with those somewhat silent smiles,
while they echo by blowing and imagining languid caresses that continue to speak...
After all,
what are we to the thought of ourselves,
not leaves just waiting for that thrill of that wind to savor its thrill once again...
💛💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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