In words brought by the wind,
my heart was swimming
Tomorrow carried by the clouds,
bound with my voice
The moon in an unsteady mirror,
my heart was trembling
Spilled by the stars,
my soft tears
Isn't it wonderful?
If we could walk together
I'd want to go
to your city, your home, and your arms
That chest
Hold my body
Fading in the evening
Is it a dream?
Words stopped by the wind are
a gentle illusion
Tomorrows torn by the clouds are
a distant voice
In the moon blurred by mirror,
my heart was fading
The trembling and spilling stars
cannot hide my tears
Isn't it wonderful?
If we could walk together
I'd want to go
to your city, your home, and your arms
That face,
I touch it softly
Fading in the morning
Is it a dream?
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Non-FictionMemento Mori - Remember that you will die. Time is an amusing thing. Three minutes standing in front of the microwave oven, waiting for our lunch, seem like an eternity. Yet days and months can pass in blink, without leaving any trace behind. Theref...
