Touching the clear window, between flowers
Make me forget all about the previous deception in love,
trying to find a new one, in early hours.
Beautiful style, mind in mind, like a glass,
like a horse of sand
Like the sun, rising in the morning over the grass,
hearing the music of my band,
I'm looking at a red chalice of plastic, at metals,
at fragments of cloth and threads
Between green leafs of paint, red petals of ancient roses,
near the black beads.
Who do I see when I'm looking at this?
A ray of light circling her white wrist
an old light flying in this garden turning into mist
Many lights will fly tonight, in the
If you'll come into my life, like a flare.
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