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I saw you coming down from the heavens
wearing wavy silks of silence.
Struggling to understand what you are bringing me,
chills travelled within the rifts of the depth of my soul.
Little I knew, I gave you wild orchids,
to tell me which your title is or what you stand for here.
You gave birth to ideas inside the passion of my companionship,
making the moment immortal and the attraction fond.
In a stream of creativity, you nourished my words
and the reality of time became long gone and absent
It was a horror scenario to see me, but to dismiss me too
Like a dreamy confusion inside a burst of tears
So when my eyes fell upon your beautious reflection
I saw me there emitting light and love
but when I realized that I was not yourself
I heard my pieces burning aside
With any empathy that characterizes me
I forgive all mistakes ...
Moreover, I forgive me
Love is a motto that defines us,
parts of the unconscious blindly projected.
And love, they say, is this, when you know why you are staying;
when the now is endless like spring in angels’ land.
wearing wavy silks of silence.
Struggling to understand what you are bringing me,
chills travelled within the rifts of the depth of my soul.
Little I knew, I gave you wild orchids,
to tell me which your title is or what you stand for here.
You gave birth to ideas inside the passion of my companionship,
making the moment immortal and the attraction fond.
In a stream of creativity, you nourished my words
and the reality of time became long gone and absent
It was a horror scenario to see me, but to dismiss me too
Like a dreamy confusion inside a burst of tears
So when my eyes fell upon your beautious reflection
I saw me there emitting light and love
but when I realized that I was not yourself
I heard my pieces burning aside
With any empathy that characterizes me
I forgive all mistakes ...
Moreover, I forgive me
Love is a motto that defines us,
parts of the unconscious blindly projected.
And love, they say, is this, when you know why you are staying;
when the now is endless like spring in angels’ land.
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