Your image Diamond
in my arms
He tortured me in a dream
and your eyes
as a sweet memory of a ray morning
I thought hurricanes.
My life for you
flute paradise
breeze was close
no more regret
It was rose petal
caressed by your fingers
It was an early love of power.
Now and only now
since I've been with me
the silence around
it is wonderful to hear
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