I will fly over
A sea of tears
To reach your shore
So, you can recharge me
With the lightning breath
In transit on your smile.
In this cold steppe
That has become
My deserted room
I am the easy prey that
Voluntarily crosses your burrow.
May not allow my life
That I get weightless
Floating as an airship
Out of your sight reach
And that your silver circle,
Your mantra,
Your talisman and your enigma
Be red seeds
That fall insomniac
Into my wounds
So that your beneficial psalm
And your calming balm
Cure my wounded wonder.
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