From Elysian tearsthe sand of the soul grew wet.From tears caused bybetrayal – painCome!Come again!Your arrival on the white horseI will await, without Elysian tearswithout pain….without rain….
On the white horse
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I have always been drawn to the red light. This I admit. But you are …. and will remain an illegal mine and I cannot excavate you….
O Dreamy Creature
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
Gratitude
You will not say thank you to me, Just as you do not say thank you to your heartbeats That carve the face of my life. But I will say to you…