Wich one
Each star has his own pulse
that bright the great darknees
Each smile his own reason
that light the chosen heart
Each rain drop his own destiny
that fall upon the dry lands
Each cry his own lone pain
that bleed the hurted heart
Each song note his own time
that bring the writed melody
Each day his own sunshine
that open another single day
Each breeze his own song
that echo trough the lone night
Each whisper his own disires
that fire the passion of the lovers
Each river his own flow path
that search for the only ocean
Each being his own destiny
that walk below the heavens
André Araújo Ribeiro
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