of blood and fire is the rose,
wildly tender, if your voice
blooms, fiery dawn.
forbid,
my life was suffering shadow
mystical being without wings, ready to flight
misses and although not quite silent,
regret of the night stopped riding,
unquenchable fraction of time in
extension
a soul.
If you live in me, if your name
words spring winds are born,
each sun of my world fruitful
new smiles the tears of your woods.
pain If you dress me in your nights,
saber keep my hands free
a star.
of tender love light pink nascent
solitude imbued, leave your thirst stranded in me
remote steal my pain
heaven.
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