A Love Song, At Last
Rain,
in the inner forests
of your eyes
The heart of flowers
in your smile
The misty watchtower
is your lips
The sigh of surge
in your fingertips
The rain flowing endlessly
over my head
My eyesight is hidden
by the oozing of the rust
recollections and
nightmares
I run to the day
but the rain never stops
on my accursed soul
You close your eyes
as if the winter
closes its cold text
The rhymes of babies
toddles on the yard
You are the spider web
of sun rays
i am the broken pieces
of sun stone of the atlas
I am walking
through the life
baring the cursed downpour
over my wild brain
endlessly, eternally
When you look me
with passion
The wind unties its knot
when you hum the lines
of a love song
the sea suddenly startles
from the sleep
the wind starts its journey
Now the rain stops
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