When yours honey's color eyes
Entered into my sordid life
I was already,
For a lot of time,
A doubly eradicated tree,
A wandering cloud
That wandered without waters,
I was wave of the delirious sea,
That renounced of the salt
Of their waters,
A dreamer mendicant
That rotated
In search of accommodating my lips
To the emptiness.
But when my lips settled
As butterflies of light
In the flower of your body,
Then, and only then,
It began to go greening in my forest
That solitary tree
That remained ruined,
And that is named illusion.
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