L'amoureuse *The Beloved

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The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids
And her hair is wound in mine,
She has the form of my hands,
She has the colour of my eyes,
She is swallowed by my shadow
Like a stone against the sky.
Her eyes are always open
And will not let me sleep.
Her dreams in broad daylight
Make the suns evaporate
Make me laugh, cry and laugh,
Speak with nothing to say

نویسنده : mahshid بازدید : 384 تاريخ : جمعه 23 فروردين 1392 ساعت: 9:02 PM
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