She became patr of my days,
Past the prime of our time together.
Settled in the labyrinth nights,
Where a man couldcaptured the universe,
Intheir unique artificial sanctums,
of dusks, rests and vigor.
From the heaps of the earth and the dusted pallets,
Dream people pretending this was home.
This will never last, appears this stuff of time called the interludes.
As the storm rages, the pestilence on the organic bodies
hides the rusts and the decays.
Resurfaces the flowers of these eyes, shines gold in the reflections,
An ingot of transformation.
The old stead in the partner of the pasture,
Here i stroke her mane of pure reincarnatiions.
To remember our innocence once,
And followed Gods plans.
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