shimmering reflections of a lost moment;
trying to catch the sunshine;
who owns these eyes?
lost in the fragrance of the look you last gave me;
i walk on in my own desert;
with parched throat and weak conscious,
aware that thee is a tomorrow;
that i shall reach an oasis,
that the albatross doesnt rove the desert...........
brown sand of a missed sensuality;
your eyes--teach me to dream;
when passing through the narrow hell of solitude;
of a brilliant heaven,
scripsy fallacies of some ancient philosophy;
they rain life......
Deip
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