Brilliant stars at night intoxicates,
getting dark up to beauty of moonlight,
bring memory of sorrow afflicting me,
when you stopped loving me.
The fact was representing my sun
in dawns of predominant breeze,
in imagining more beautiful afterglow,
cleverly reddening any scenery.
Now for distance, we live separate
in the totally isolated spheres,
though air I breathe, is not absentee.
A small approximation was enough
to approach, to look at each other with attention,
the past would flower again in present.
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Indeed...a very splendid imagery and with a good mix of emotions that flow ever so tenderly here!
I loved these lines:
A small approximation was enough
to approach, to look at each other with attention,
the past would flower again in present.
Excellent write!!
thanks and good luck!
pri
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