tonight ... you have many colors,
your eyes I fill the soul,
I just want to start to feel
because I thirst for your words ...
and when you do not say, can you give relief to the color of silence,
by playing the harp of your thoughts, I would like to be a pathway
to let me through, or
the sky where you shine,
maybe a puff of silk between your arms ..
and a soft foam that writes every beat of your heart,
on this night the thought of you is present as never before ...
.. because you're the one hand squeezing mine.
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