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2010-09-05 | |
At night I wake up
In darkness, moons burglary shall be,
Flowering branches with its thoughts
All exchanged in winds flower.
Light of the soul in my eyes
Stars will glow, death will bloom
Your name is written as I linger.
On thy lips I will lay dreams powder and dust
I'll get back to you with everlasting lust,
Stealthily, the tips of your feet flat
Beside me your thought will be surprised.
As the shadow image of fire
Leaving for the last time playfully a kiss
The scent of life grows old.
On cold days, my exhausted body
Wrapped just as autumn sigh,
Around you will grub, will rot.
Even if I fade, as the lonely stars do
From this love professed in silence
The only traces on your body
Are cardiac tattoos of love?
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