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Perfect Tears from Heaven,
following the pattern of Pure Blood.
Dragging the fruits of Re-Birthing,
down the Oceans of Love.
Bodies of Perfection�Dreams fulfilled.
The Parade of the Invisible Beating,
throbbing eyes of floods inspiration.
Light in imaginal movement�the Flying
I am laying on a bed of earthly perspiration.
I am witnessing the lamenting of a celestial poem.
I am traveling through the infinitude of a second.
I am drawing waves of climatic collisions.
I am inspiring the Star Dust of the Winter,
and exhaling the water of uninhibition.
I am diving under the Seasons of Life.
I am forgetting my first name�second�.last.
I am inventing a password for Paradise.
I am counting the galaxies without firmament.
I am telling stories to the excited shadows.
I am picking out friends, from an imagined gang.
You have crushed my fear,
exploding the even crust of anger,
watered my inborn garden of roses,
pushed me into the Womb of Eternity.
This poem is subjected to � Copyright Rosa Cobos - All rights reserved
July 13th, 2012
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