Gradually the slanted rays of spring
Seep in through pale veins of frost,
And let it melt in silence
On the forgotten green chest of woods,
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An invisible sky so confidential
Behind your smiling eyes,
Always sends prismatic rays
Through the fine alleys of your
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You didn't find a secure corner in the sky
To plant the intimacy of previous night.
On the lap of rusty afternoon
Your sun yawns and spreads yellow,
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I can see angels playing in your eyes
When sun breaks your sweet slumber
With his golden streaks of whisper.
Life pronounces promises of rejuvenation
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Sun smoothed the first chilled air
With green hands made of leaves
To straighten tilted rays of morrow.
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Curtains soaked with the yellow of sun,
Sudden symphony of an awakened alarm,
Drag the slumber from corners of
The intoxicated eyes of a poet.
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Flakes of ashes weave the carpet
Under your feet, that forgot
The soft colour of earthly green.
Your eyes are afraid of butterflies,
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I'm not a composer of poems,
Only I gather them with amazement
Like a treasurer collects gold.
'Cause you have the heavenly hands
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I’m the silent words of your lips,
Flying beyond the territory of your consciousness.
Drop by drop if you pour sun in my eyes,
I'll gleam and blossom myself
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I wanted to write a poem on you
While watching the sun setting over the bay,
I wanted to set a fire for you
In the chilly evening of a winter’s day.
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