The Secret Love

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The day bloomed cherry blossoms in winter;

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The day bloomed cherry blossoms in winter;

Its warm fingers muted the icy grave of an ancient soul.


Tempestuous, Temptations unfulfilled;

Burst like Magnesium flares to embrace the dark horizon.


Oh! what a sweet moist imprint

Nudging -

Should it touch the soul and gift it a heart?


Burn me down to ashes!

Let the mystic dust give birth to a swallow,


With my heart and your soul caged

together in it for eternity.


Not a vow ,

but an assurance by the crimson sun of dawn.


For who does promise by the moon?

which breaks its promise every hour of the starry night!


Stay and drink the pleasure.

For if you leave -

I will turn to Pluto

And you " the Loser "

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