I’m dancing

Pascal Claro Im Dancing Poetry

I’m singing inside a stone and remembering who made my eyes and breath.

Someone is looking at me but I can’t see nothing, just the smoke of my breath.

And inside my rainy face there is a shadow of dust crying to be free.

You’re always here when I hear my soul’s song singing.

And if I listen I can feel, a tender sweetness of distant perfumes, knocking at my heart.

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