You, the river,
is a drop,
that I am born myself..
As sea draw closer the river,
to itself with pendulums,
the lakes of life shrivel...
On the third day of love,
as you the seed,
conquered the unresurrected sand,
I draw the song of colours
on the non snowy polar axis..
On the dawn of cascading lightning,
as I drown and ascend with the urn of fear,
you light a sun with your soul..
Though I retreated to the galaxies,
and you embarked huge branches,
though wildfires and hurricanes advanced to avenues,
why does our entwined feet expand?
Why?
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