53 ~ Dream

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I'll cover you softly with the midnight of my rhymes,

Lull you tenderly with my stelliferous verses...

On the waves of love, your soul is cruising in the amaranthine night,

Drink in the spring of verses that make translucent bubbles of our love,

Somewhere, where moon of fortune is dressing the night in silvery fabrics,

Where all troubles disappear into oblivion,

And everything turns out to be an ineffable dream.

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