OFF SEASON CLOUDS
me from my persona, though I was restless
to immolate the life for you, but your
worship had the limitation, it
felt, the final receipt is
only the body, from
that way you've
used my body,
just external
satisfaction
wasn't
the final destination, several untouched horizon
remained discarded, though I called you
often from the valley of emotion,
to see the beauty of eternal,
the depth of conscience,
immortal aesthetic
charm of life, I
do not know
why your
vision scattered, on the surface of corporal
world, in spite of knowing that this
attachment is only transient,
evanescent life loved you
too much, but you
failed to reach
the last
kindred point, soul have flown like a nomad
off seasonal clouds - - - -
