The night comes
Thriving my passionate
Fire like a reckless creature
Never to be found
Hidden by winter cries
The flesh is still palpable
Like the caress of a faraway moan
Deep inside my chest
I question the word self-trust
And the magic waves
Of your reflection ©

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Fleeting moments
Of nature’s warmth
I drink from the lips of life
I embrace the end
Of every journey
With God-given love
Frantic laughter
Pouring tears
Quivering in the dark
like secret lovers
In the arms of
New sweetness ©



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