perhaps raining, midnight
wind has a typical
feel of wet
clays’
smell, sleepy vision chasing -
the unseen dream of
strange planet,
despite
the
fact that you’re very near to -
my breath, however
perception
doesn't
get
the substructure, it floats on
the sky path, do not
know exactly
what’s
in mind, some thirst or a - - -
mirage confusing the
way of ethics, a
image
snatches my persona from -
your delicate arms,
as well as I’m
trying to
love you, you’re moreover - -
becoming mysterious
aura of midnight,
more fervent,
more
alluring, and that defy makes
me an ignited soul - -
* *
mystic moon 1
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