• 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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