First sweet, then sour,
When Light rolls in darkness
And the song became silent
And love grew into lust,
And then we are lost
In our own hysteria.
Give me bundle of rose
You can find in desert
And wish me well
In life from broken bones
That shall tell my story
To the Sahara lizards.
The narrow life may be,
The more space it gives
Through the wonders
That comes from the lonely
And the heart broken when
They rise from grass to grace.
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