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A Particle of Happiness
When your image
runs through my mind
like a golden train,
the wavelenght of desire
gives birth
to rainbows unseen,
reality morphs
into a butterfly.
A simple thought
and I'm cast
into the wind
like a particle
of happiness,
no longer bound
to the neurosis
of cold inertia.
Now, the stars
are in tune
with your rhythm,
the moon
is a picture
of delight,
dripping
with the honey
of infinity.
runs through my mind
like a golden train,
the wavelenght of desire
gives birth
to rainbows unseen,
reality morphs
into a butterfly.
A simple thought
and I'm cast
into the wind
like a particle
of happiness,
no longer bound
to the neurosis
of cold inertia.
Now, the stars
are in tune
with your rhythm,
the moon
is a picture
of delight,
dripping
with the honey
of infinity.
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