🌳💚Now that you've fallen from the endless sky,
without tomorrow for the dreams of others
in the forest you are storm and armor,
pimp clusters and silent hearts.
I am the frame of your saying,
while
they writhe in spasms without
sense dreams.
Impetuous sigh that leaves memories,
while forgetting the helping hand.
Between the roofs of houses alms of
loves and damsels go in search
of the celestial,
but the sky does not
welcomes.
A lonely haste eternal ill
answer,
in weighing so much rain,
you no longer know about salt and you wet them
my hands.
The clamor of the hours,
the purple
growing,
it is expressed in disgrace
and density falls into disorder,
in transparent halos and warm auroras...
💚💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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