The Skies, Are At Least Two
You said: the skies, are more than one
There should be at least, two
That like us, are in love.
You know?-then you said;
Why in spring, so much thunders we have?
-It’s the skies, making love
The light of their fire, goes…you know where?
Comes to bring my longing
Into your eyes,
(not) to die inside them.
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