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Love that killed me
Rain through my vein
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A drop of sky’s crying
falls heavily again,
my heart is flying over clouds,
seeing their magic
which capture the spirit
of my existence
lost in this love so pelagic,
wrapped by a cryptic feeling,
where only me and rain
are breathing.
Scared of its disappearance,
In a cruel fight with the sun
full of incoherence,
I run
to rain for a last embrace,
When dead drops are dancing
in world’s race.
The wind guides lightning
For ravishing my soul
Dripping over me,
Shivers from a breaking
I see myself in fog
Through my wet window
Nothing is above our love
Behind me it’s only a shadow.
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