Two emerald treasure sad
A piece of sea on the mirror,
That in my heart plasma tears and laughter,
Shame, compassion, perhaps despite ...
Devotion, if the well of my dreams
Your face appears, but if you're away,
Storm are: window open at the touch of the night
Where, Light defenseless, crying horizon.
From broken ruby \u200b\u200breveals successes,
- mistakes maybe - my hectic fire;
A perennial stream that flows to the surface,
Note essential verb roses
jump in my blood, which preaches a nest
Lust, like the moon
the west, back to a verse unfaithful
never used to be, your age, the fertile slopes.
light to lift in this picture, you have nourished
The fullness of time, the dilapidated corners
An abysmal cave, where just yesterday, was born
Star; genuine plural blue dimension,
That outside his path to win the sky, up
Pedestal of sadness, and stage and voice of a
Passion which constantly blessed, as an act
The existence, the warmth of your lips on my kiss.
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