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*Only Heaven rejects my mirror.
Eyes encounters�thought�s progeny.
Visioning the innocence of a Lamb.
A feather can break the Silence as a thunder,
but the Modesty�s fingers�. just bleed,
while trying to open the Gates of Honesty.
Slowly running like a passion�s fall,
controlled with the heavy weight of Sadness.
Clouds tangled up with muted footsteps,
pressing gravity against the grayness,
babies�s swimming around a star
rooted hard into the wombs threshold.
My lips, wish to kiss the shadows,
left by my last forgetfulness.
I turned my back to the daylight,
suffering my intense nakedness,
I named no names for my children,
invited to a dance of perfect awakenings.
And the days dragged the seeds of rebirthing
long past the prison of unknown deceptions.
And the Tween Seeds, conversed with the hours,
caressing the bodies with their Soul�s reflections.
January 20th, 2013
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