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I

Sweeping clouds, violet sky so bright
Twilight leaking from the land of the gods,
Touched upon my the pale of my spine,
My naked skin glows


II

Orange blossoms colours my cheeks,
Warm cliffs arouses the waves, a gentle show
My secrets revealed, wetting the stone
I feel desire


III

We shall not speak, I am most incapable
Her lips, her breath, every golden shaft of hair
Can I count, and sense, in the roaring wind
Will she be mine?


IV

My veins freeze, my pulse repeals,
I can see nothingness, but her sweet eyes
I hear no breeze, no hymns of nature,
She is inside


V

Drops of sweat streams down the rocks,
Her tongue, her neck, the taste of salt and sun
So we trembled thought the chill that night
Never so delighted

x

fear the hardships of reaching age,
faster than expected, quicker than death,
lithesome agony turned hope to rage,
in yearning for the snow melted by your breath.
we did grow too quickly,
dreams and desires entwined,
spring's buds knocked out thickly,
the longing ran out aligned.
glistening nights and mornings after,
wild flowers under meadow stiles,
creates nothing but abundance of laughter,
and a great deficit of smiles.
what joy brings what is never shared,
the loneliest man is the queen of it all,
the words that was never ment to be aired,
suddenly revealed me from my pall.

how can you give an answer so sincere?
how can your voice be icy, yet so clear?
when there are still places in the universe,
we will never get to see.