When the time comes

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When the time comes,
in the humid and silent night,
where the air whispers secrets
and the heart feels acclaimed.

The clouds, with grey discontent,
cover the moon with their gaze,
and the wind, faithful messenger,
brings voices of weary souls.

The storm rages,
dancing with fury and passion,
the lightnings are flashes
that light the fire of reason.

The rivers, like overflowing dreams,
meander with unbridled eagerness,
and the sea, in its wandering dance,
leaves, free of its life.

In that instant, the universe,
closes its eyes, listens to the clamour,
of two souls that meet,
defying the force of love.

When the moment arrives,
and our hands link to the swaying,
the storm becomes a whisper,
and the calm takes us too.