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Kiss me dear or not
Fingers never touch their tips.
Laughter is a snowy isle of love
In the uncertain world of events.
There
In the golden sunshineOf the afternoon.YouRaised your handSlender, wet with rainsOf our nostalgic youth.SoftlyThe flight of birdsResounded the orange chantsOf the once green temple of lust.YouThrew a slender smileMelancholy over the bowOf your hazel green eyes.
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In my ears of longingThose few secrets of loveHighly inspiring and touching…Your words were strange,Over the hours of your stay,Underneath those verses of careRoses of my last dream did lay!Lots of pleasure and loadsOf pain we had undergoneVeiled within those momentsEngulfing my heart lovelorn!After you spoke about her,Never could I believe, nor did IDare bypassing…
I was born
Followed byA very slowcoolingIn those igneous moments.I was born largeA large body,A larger mass,But a little mindAnd a much narrower heartAlbeit little did I knowOf conflicts, collisionsandAbout wars, confrontationsNor ofcollaborations.Millennia of moments passed…There was the Sun in the dayHeating me up,There was the Moon at nightCooling me down.Then there was the downpourHeavily wetting me with,And…