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wind of lovE
trees were swaying from
head to toe intoxication
squirrels were hopping from top to bottom,
bringing evening and morning
a bygone and molded time was
trying to come back on track
flowers were scattered
on some blurred paths
after a long wait, the feet of the soft,
warm and bright sun had touched the land
the dreams settled in the eyes
last night had set out on a new ride
feelings dancing in
the colors of dawn were embracing
a soft memory was resting
on the shadow wrapped in comfortable darkness
a bud was blooming
with a soft sigh, soft embrace and soft touch
well, there were some sharp stones
and thorny grass too
on which blood started flowing
as soon as one stepped on them
which were giving hollow pain for the bygone time,
but were laden with a wonderful joy
the sand of the night started
scattering back from the sun's wings
from the fabric of joy and pain
the yellow love-cloth that was woven started shrinking as the night fell
a milk-white feeling
started igniting between the two people
completely detached
from the outside world
a new story was born
in each other's quiet presence
a divine attraction, a passion, a rage...
head to toe intoxication
squirrels were hopping from top to bottom,
bringing evening and morning
a bygone and molded time was
trying to come back on track
flowers were scattered
on some blurred paths
after a long wait, the feet of the soft,
warm and bright sun had touched the land
the dreams settled in the eyes
last night had set out on a new ride
feelings dancing in
the colors of dawn were embracing
a soft memory was resting
on the shadow wrapped in comfortable darkness
a bud was blooming
with a soft sigh, soft embrace and soft touch
well, there were some sharp stones
and thorny grass too
on which blood started flowing
as soon as one stepped on them
which were giving hollow pain for the bygone time,
but were laden with a wonderful joy
the sand of the night started
scattering back from the sun's wings
from the fabric of joy and pain
the yellow love-cloth that was woven started shrinking as the night fell
a milk-white feeling
started igniting between the two people
completely detached
from the outside world
a new story was born
in each other's quiet presence
a divine attraction, a passion, a rage...
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