Balcony
It´s called the kissing balcony
It lies over the sweet wilderness
It´s there lips meet like birds
Arms like nests
It´s there the heart has a chance to show itself through the body
Up the stairs and my hand beckons
The leaves rush your hair the bushes reckon
On this elevation our love will be clean
So take my hand let us got to the balcony
Where we will imitate the beauty of nature
It´s capacity to awe and to free
It´s nurture
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