The joy of the soul

The joy of the soul
is measured by feelings.
Smiling, you float over the

forgetfulness lost in the twilight

of the evening

And you get down, shivering,
screaming in the valleys of silence!

Ah, how sweet is your soul
Where the  bare leaves sprinkle,
The trees touch the
the serenity of the sky that

flows out towards us!

The grass caresses your cheeks
Burned by the arrows of the

golden sun that keeps shining

 again and again!

The joy of the soul
is measured by moments

that make you dreams feel alive!