I saw you bathing in the rooms of fame
And had the silent wish to embrace you
You seemed unreachable for me
And my dreams became reality
every morning I hugged you in my mind
every evening I kissed you good night
love has no borders
follows no orders
just the structure of the soul
is the hearts goal
silly my I thought to myself
why not approach you one day
I painted all possibile sceneries
And went back in my rooms of dreams
Every morning I had the courage
Every evening I critized my angst
love has no borders
follows no orders
just the structure of the soul
is the hearts goal
...
Deep sadness and loneliness.... and went back in my rooms of dreams. Well writ poem.
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Most tragic and melancholic is this beautiful but saddest poem: I cite you here, dear poetess: silly my I thought to myself why not approach you one day I painted all possibile sceneries And went back in my rooms of dreams...............mesmerizing poem most melancholic, excellently rendered.A 10.