Beyond the days where
evaporate the hours looking for the auroras, a light
directs my steps under the same sky and the same mud as the sun goes
calcining.
So I'm glad your back.
And my eyes hold your figure to convert
in affection for my soul longs for you. So I feel
the passion that fills that sings and sighs
that regardless of past or future.
Here I am as a bard of broken dreams
sensing your skin next to mine,
intoxicating my mind with your kisses and leaving
that dream a sweet cry
of your tenderness.
Then on the shore of a sunset I
watching your footsteps coming toward mine,
joy of illusion that pinpoints the
evanescence my self and my heartbeat.
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