A N G E L I C
What if the sun will fall on Mars
and the sky sheds tears in seven days
me and my handsome gentleman want the reality darkened
love mountains, lips in prayer, always sweet
us both, we are one, as you embrace the statue
one in the steep cold of another.
Under the late nights, time is alone on path
fleeing on the soul, fleeting on the hips
the extreme moment, love for always
buys us and sells us to us, from now on
built accomplices, sweet vertebrae synonyms
longing remains disguised as a forever butterfly.
What if we are imperfect,
we want to be the destination of those Cupid arrows
the skylight standing and running
in a love-above, florist's stop
between body and what is out
on the road drawn with stone, with cold
we are simple, one, the whole that shakes the hell...
When weary eyes speak for themselves
We love each other like we never loved before,... people, people!
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