2003 Till Now

5 03 2009

Approaching the essence,
I do not want to taste it

Encircling Your pupils,
I do not want to be seen.

I want to hide, to enter inside a temple
that has no memory of the past

I want to start anew
to feel the surprise
of the roses in the morning spring

I want to lessen the sounds of my own being
to hear the music of the glory of birds

Discover the first drop of love,
as if it was again a secret.

To close the door which brilliance
enlightened my thirsty soul.

I want to feel lost again,
and smile at the first rain
on a desert land
that I had asked for
just because.

I want to long for You





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