The rose in you
When the birds dry in your eyes
And the quince blows in your heart
Search for the sleeping child in you
For a woman who left you
When you climbed the stars
Stepping on the corpse of love
You may have promised her braids:
"I'll be back with something worthy of us"
And you were exchanging your wing for a rock
And your soul for solitude
And you were becoming a question for every stranger:"Would you tell me who I am?"
And they say, "Me."
When the visions turn into stone
And you walk and do not give birth to a dream or be born,
Until the dew returns and you rejoice
Like love in the beginning of love
when you were touching you
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Christo El Morr