duminică, 27 noiembrie 2011

Miracle


Zealous, I hold you into my arms
and I put on my breast your delicately hands
as to feel how my heart explodes,
when you look at me, your eyes,
two blue butterflies of those profund sees throws that rain of stars over my siren body

Tell me handsome man where did you hide the key of your soul?

I miss your smile in the morning

Your valse of joy that makes you shine,

My lovely, miracle of being who you are...




... I had dreamt something that might exist only in our tremendous universe or mind
and because someone had made me smile, yesterday.

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