If I\'d be a sunrise,
I\'d mark my mornings
under complexion
of your skin, clockwise...
If I\'d be a glass artist,
I\'d feel how
the ephemeral flowers
die in a vase...
If I\'d be an
It was beautiful, medieval, calm, peaceful I may say,
Hidden somewhere in the sunset, faraway,
Oh my God ! I lost a town !
Which I remember, by the way, it had a giant park…
Like yesterday I
You take the warmest summer ever and lay it over a beautiful country,
And pour over it:
Offspring, virgin forests, butterfly wings, narrow country trails,
Mother-of-pearls, high tides, winds of an
There was a time in our lives,
When our love was deep as ocean
And our hearts were mountain heights,
And our hand-touch, true emotion.
There was a time for us both too,
When shivering was I on
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