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if the earth was a willow and you were one too -would earth be weeping so gentle and so true? if |
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I was the garden whereas you could grow -would you hand me your branches and grant me your love? in between the lines of your story-flowing through the pages of a book so well prepared the words leave more than ashes from your pencil when it speaks of tiny stories that happened through these years |
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I swear that your present reality -disillusioned obscurity? -will gently wipe away the tears of wasted seeds how can we go through this -with wounded wings before we learned how to fly how can i control desires -when desire burns on a chilly autumn |
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Night? I will try and make you imagine; the aura where they stand is filled with little secrets -as written in the sand |
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Naked as a child at birth a question in disguise an oasis in a lonely desert where lonely unknown lands lie from here and into (infinity) -humble and timeless philosophy -you gently wept away the tears of wasted seeds all the days that have left me and the species |
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I have seen ahead days will follow -it was only a dream though my garden is growing under skies out of blue, and it changes each season both in colours and in truth you should know that a willow -a weeping bed's pillow- ... until all days are through rain that fall on your branches, |
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Yearning for a source to feed it's primal need can ma |
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Ke your beauty blossom from within with flowers blowing in the wind -and in seasons to follow.... |
