beggar girl

I think and my soul is troubled because I feel laughing and my soul explores love in another way my hands transmit thoughts to them because it feels when walking this morning the breath of the wind the breeze in the body with another aroma my soul does not understand what happens to feel without touching the colours and aromas of the flowers this morning it asks me puzzled and I answered it I have held you captive of true love it was for not spongerte because I know how pure you are and if they hurt you will stop feeling what you feel there will be no reason or consolation for you.