Hugo Salvado

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In the heart of town, eyes closed…
The scattered distant clouds match my scattered distant thoughts.

I turn to look, and you’re still there…
This bliss needs not a word, needs no sound other than that of nature.

Against the sunset light, your silhouette…
And my heart just skips a beat, as I lay my head on the green grass ground.

– in “Silhouette

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