Apollo

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If you were the sea
I would drown in you
the wind if you were
in your direction
I would run barefoot.
Rain if you were born
I would have died
under your gray clouds.
if you were a forest
I would roam your paths
night and day.
If you were a harp
I would sing you.
I would caress you,
Until forever falls apart.
But you are the sun
and you burn my skin
when you touch me.
You are a star,
and you break my soul
when you go out.
Because I, my love,
am the moon,
and we don't meet.
But when the eclipses begin
with desire we reunite.

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