| Dreaming one love |
To Ingrid (1961) |
| I dreamt an adolescent memory
tonight of child spring amidst flowers. Return with nimble feet, early alight begemmed under green bowers wrapping ourselves together within still gleaming a fleeting flash into your eyes fixed straight into mine, willing fulfill alien bewitchments' ties flowing through tight embraces our souls are rapt in unexplored flood of endless kisses and flavours of your graces languor devoures blood. Dying fast in the sound of slow old songs all the sadness within forgetful tears whole whishes are burnt and shut along .... But to estinguish this fire it took me years with panting pulses, dreaming your clean scent would like suffer once more such a torment. |
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