I wasn't the kind to sit and listen to gossip,
especially about the lost sinners.
I rather sit on God's soil and listen to souls talk.
I'm not talking about people that you see every day
not the ones who carry minds tainted with society's fingertips
No, I love to listen to raw souls talk about their first meeting.
I want to listen the rhythm of their love,
right when they passed each other, with a greeting of innocence.
I don't want the cold breeze of my harsh reality to enter my ears.
nor do I want to expose my eyes to broken smiles of dead hearts.
Most of all, I do not want to be touched by hands of ice.
I just want to listen to souls talk.
I want to listen to the rhythm of their love.
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