Swallows of longing . . .
The crown of twilight sapphire shines
bells in the bell monastery
the soul trembles like a leaf
a He is thinking where is she ?!
Supported by the longing for the eclipse
be a void of sigh
his lashes timidly comb the distance
she wonders who is kissing her tonight ?!
Who covers it with silk stockings
in which he enjoys dancing
his soul dreams of that woman
invites the Angels to bring it to him.
Who touches her lush breasts
whose hands caress them
into whose hands he wakes up
who sings her a lullaby ?!
And he begs the whole world to come back to him
he cannot breathe alone
he loves this woman more than life
the psalm shines in her aorta.
As he touches the sky with his breath
pearls are hidden by invisibility
the bells in the monastery silenced the aria
He, with a sip of longing, drinks her shadow . . .
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