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I was just there, pondering my thoughts, and letting them fly when I suddenly realized your obsession with making me cry every time I hear the sweetness of your music and I wondered why my soul longs to be back home, to that place that I treasure within, yet I don't know where it is or what it looks like and when there is a rough chord performed by the bow of your command, my feet remember the silver cobblestoned road leading somewhere. I feel translucent, I spread my wings as the wind flows through my spiritual being that gets caught in its capricious and turbulent whirls, just to let me out, up and down the wisps of wind, here and there, love, and grandeur, rapture's birth, and sadness' death.  Your music simply envelops me, molds me and tosses me here and there, and I do not complain, what for? if it is your music that revives the torrents of feelings and light within me, as if an almighty force has given you power through the most beautiful music created by the hands of...

Your love vibrates in the waters of  my heart,  play your music, your lullaby,  and in your bosom let me rest, while you my darling, caress my head. You, the pillars of my life, the golden cup, the laurel crown, I, the slave of your love, the one who abandons his own, the one who cannot exist without submerging his head in the goldens  of your hair, in the slumber of your tranquility, in the mountains of your breasts. You my goddess, what am I to be without you? a simple decaying soul that even the sun denies to shine upon, you my calmness, who tames my enraged spirit for war,  that cruel one that distorts the heart and the soul. You the one I love with all my might, the one I care during the blazing sun and starry nights, you my sunrise sung by birds, my sunset bathed in red and gold with a dagger that cannot hurt. At the gallop of my beast my heart stirs, beholding the wind as it gently caress the sun of your hair, the whiteness of the moon is poured on you, a...

I woke up and felt like writing a little bit. I hope you enjoy it.  A short analysis about the text is right under it.  I wish, I just wish for...I don't know, I just wish all the blinding light imprisoned within me burst out with the force and roar of a volcano,  and that my muffled cries and tears could transform into oceans, I just wish, I just wish for my immortal soul to be released from this temple of yours,  yet my time is not yet to come, and my understanding, capricious, doesn't seem to understand, let your light shine like a beacon of hope to which my constitution would long for,  to which I would go to, even in the darkest hours, even when the moon wails at night. I wish I could transform my strength into summer storm, mighty and powerful, quenching your thirst, calming your squirmy soul. Let me be a storm, made of iron and stone,  so I can subjugate my sadness as the day dies out in a sunset, and that just by drawing you in the wind, you would c...

I run through paths of rainbow, catching memories, resonant I spread the wings of my childhood and I fly, an endless flight of ice and drops of crystal water, and while the music sounds in echoes, I let myself go, carefree. I do not stop, my soul is set free in seas of music and dreams of eras, and the places I go so unknown, personal, imposing and overclothed in  might, as I walk around, I encounter what I thought I already had, as I walk around I see you, with wings of forgetfulness and forgiveness, impeccable bathed in roses and jazmin, Wings spreaded, take flight, impose the sunset to stay still as we bathe in its light, sublime. poem written by jrqc  --------------------------------------- ABOUT THE POEM: As I wrote those lines above, a sense of tranquility came over me while my mind flew away to places that somehow I sensed I have been to. It might sound weird, foolish and even crazy, although I am pretty sure someone out there shares the same view as me.  The poem ...

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