WORDS OF LOVE

When you read our words,

you will see our souls.

And in that very passage,

you will meet our hearts.

They are little birds,

who know the words of love,

 and see the path.

And know how to see the trees.

They drank from the clear sea,

in the South,

and sang you azure poems,

colored with soft rays.

Yes, we are from the South.

Words of love.