- Laura Grá
Incubus

Seeing me smiling for no reason
It is because you still dwell in me,
Receiving as a true gift, our season
Is a twig in your life's tree.
You dressed my soul in your armour
In splendid and rhymed missives,
You painted my mornings with ardour,
Caressing my dreams with your bliss.
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