O desperate ants
What wisdom finds you?
You dwellers of the seas
How the horses bleeds for you...
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The sweetness of my fingers on its strings creates
relics of fairytales;
Mermaids with dragon fiery wings, a prince & a gypsy
diving in a passionate sail;
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A response to an unending need,
Has he come to wipe the strain of the evil seed?
Or a mere picture of a broken piece?
A clamour sung from the bowels of the sea...
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False prophets!
Coating their words with honey,
But inside is filled with the carcasses of vultures;
They bath with the blood of the holy ones,
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I sat to see
The beauty in me;
As the colours of reason
Set sail in waterless seas.
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Please don't say it.
Don't say you don't love me,
That my heart melt not
That it not spill like drains of sorrow.
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On the base of a solemn suit
Lay the basket of unripened glory;
Barricaded with gallons of deceitful insight
That startle the gods with an unending story.
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Queued under a waterless bridge
Filed up in mobile cottages
Rows upon rows of trails;
Seeking liquidized energy.
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How would you feel
If you knew
I still think of you?
Will you gladly smile at will
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I'll praise you, highly exalted One
Beneath the covers of deep treasures,
Is where your presence resides,
Above the vast mediterranean you issue forth your utterances.
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