⊹ ᨘ໑▸ 𖥻 ᵀᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴿᵒᵒᵗˢ 🌿

I keep crossing rivers,
Passing jungles, loving the sun.
Every day I keep pulling thorns
From the depths of my heart.

At night I keep lighting dreams on fire
To clean,
With the sacred smoke,
Every memory.

When I write your name in the white sands,
With a blue depth,
When I look at the sky, in the cruel way
Of a gray cloud,
May you appear.

Some afternoon, climb a tall hill,
Witness the past,
You’ll see that I haven’t forgotten you.

I have you deep inside
Down to my roots,
And however much I grow,
You will be here.

Although I hide myself behind the mountain
And find a field full of sugar cane,
There will be no way, my moonlight beam,
That you leave.

I think that every point I survived on my path,
And every second of doubt,
Every moment I didn’t know,
Are the perfect code for this fabric
That I carry beneath my skin.

This is how I protect you.
Here you continue within me.