Bizarre You, Bizarre Me
The luscious silver of your eyes is seen in your sandy iron heart,
And the moist gold of your lips is lost in your mordant blue kiss.
With tears like a burnt ashlar,
I deplete the pale sky of its remorses,
In the footfall of the time who silently passes...
Like a holler, beside the love of velvet that sears.
And the moist gold of your lips is lost in your mordant blue kiss.
With tears like a burnt ashlar,
I deplete the pale sky of its remorses,
In the footfall of the time who silently passes...
Like a holler, beside the love of velvet that sears.
2 comentarii:
posteaza si traducerea in ro
pentru mine sunt prea multe epitete... imi da senzatia pe care ti-o da o iluzie optica cu cercuri
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