hold your yes that tears, as i capture the halos
of the wind in my sand bag dust, please return
once more in my navel face where narrow unfold
story have i stay
weight my perfume and kiss my tears away,
knocking the doorstep of the window of my spirit
that force me to live, wait me up then. and lewd
me in the sole searching of my soul the
rendezvous of my stint, still swept me off, but yet!
wait me no more in my bosom heart my strength i
own
i leave no regret; as you come, i return as you
leave my deepest affection of my heart, showering
the plateau of my patience as you wept my tears in
my check, touching me, the shadow of my drifted
joy of your palm of tomorrows memories
as you come, holding the stream of hope, never
fade as it was, lurk the certainty of the coming;
willing to hypnotize the moment of the idyllic past
to see me change, you’ve been waiting for, you hold
me in a precious eyelid of tiding happiness of a
broken puzzle of chances of time, where i’ve seen
to rest
now, you’ll always in the edge of the surfing wind,
and ready to go, let the scene of the broken past
remembered of what was today in the isles of
the future ……
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