Music and sentiments in a pale light of hope
Unspoken thoughts and melodies
whispering gently into our hearts
the sweetness of our passions.
Heavy clouds up above In a world
which seems to burn by the desire
of the untouched dream
of the unfulfilled being.
Soft colour of azure
wet word of love
peaceful eyes of my soul
create this white scene.
The warm light of the morning sun
softens the pain of this lost boy
and in the gardens of humanity
a crystal tear falling without remorse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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