Wandering beneath the sounds of oblivionwandering within the mind of memory.A ringing in the forgotten hearta rescue of feelings, those, —just to remember them.
I see you with green, emerald eyesa sweet kiss, caresses, and trembling.I desired you then, like fire does cheeseasking for nothing, with no obligations.
I flew high... in the branches of an oak I would stop,I gazed at the expanse of my freedom.....When I closed my eyes, you appeared to me suddenlycountless butterflies, coursed through my body.
