Still dressed by the burn of red flowers of passion
imaging the sparkle dreaming shoes of happiness
am I being selfish? or maybe overblown?
Wondering about the scents I would like to spread,
crystal jewels or pearls kissed from the sun?
Preview the steps of footprints faceless,
follow the waterfall carpet made of velvet.
Smile with you presence, looking joyful to your fellows,
It seems flawless, sour tout, magnificent, could you be jealous?
But there is still a touch....
Where the angels echo voices proclaimed heaven,
the harmonious melody song played by the wind?...
Oh... right there... now I can perceive it...
the masterful orchestra make my feet move
slowly and deeply with the rhythm,
erasing my memory of reality,
taking me to the fantasy.
I am still dressed by the burn of red flowers of passion
imaging the sparkle dreaming shoes of happiness
am I being selfish? or maybe overblown?
Wondering about the scents I would like to spread
is this my slumber fairytale?
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