DIDN’T YOU TOUCH ME - -
in the dead silence of this night,
whose voice floats above
the vale elevation,
that touches
to heart
with
an unusual intuition, moves into
the droopy sentiments, little
by little, wraps the mind,
body, sense, with a
beautiful way,
converts
the
worn out life; into the dreamy -
style, the inactive emotion
all of a sudden turns into
the flow of ardent
compound, the
impatient
fingers
moves gradually toward the silky
figure; that’s the corporal
realism or an illusive
shape, difficult to
differentiate
that, the
longing
unknown; breaks all the frontiers
in a wink , that nomadic voice
goes back, in the end of
night with concealed
hydrous mood,
above the
horizon;
the sky borrows some colorful smile
from you - -
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