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In the depths of nothingness, my love, a flower sprung from snows

In the depths of nothingness, my love, a flower sprung from snows,
I dreamed of you as a splendor, an undying fire in the night, an eternal promise of beginning,
An ode in the whiteness that migrates, with the flames of stars, lost from the celestial vault,
A flight towards eternities, uncaught by worldly crowns, a longing without a cradle.
Love, a thought metamorphosed into a claw of ice,
You are the wind that burns in hearts, an unseen yearning that frolics in ancient calm,
With arms of astral whispers, you penetrate, clasp, and guard,
On the impenetrable doorframes of silence, over which the boundless sky watches.
A soul explorer in the wilderness of your void, I reach out blind hands towards you,
Arctics of the soul, marital sparkles, I cry out to you, embrace my frost,
And when I thought you eternally clasped in my palms, believing you were mine,
With love I brought you close to the heart where my universe beats, flooded with dreaming.
What ecstasy spilled over, a tide without borders of stellar kisses,
Evening came to cover my face with snows warmed by desires,
Statues of time sculpted in the dance of the lonely in their endless nights,
The grandeur of a moment suspended between heartbeats, a kiss lost in the air.
I adorned my being with gardens hidden in palms,
Story paths, wrapped in the most diaphanous flowers and indescribable,
An unfathomable universe, a ceaseless dream of purity,
Floating like an endless yearning in the vast ocean of the heart, the hanging garden.
Like an alchemist of romanticism, on a rose petal I travel,
I see the infinite unfolded, your mysterious path, your eyes, my torches,
Rays of sun caught in palms, my lips kissing every star's twinkle,
In twilight scented with perfumes of distant worlds, oblivion in boundless dreams.
With fist clenched in the search for eternity, I soothe the kiss white as dream,
I find love wrapped in silent whispers, in emotions built from unknowing,
A shivering dance on a mountain of forsaken thoughts,
For at dawn, in an open palm, just a tear of past left in the dust of a star.
A single tear of the dream's warmth, on a cheek bordered by illusions,
Testimony of the heart that danced with fire, only to find smoke,
For even in the midst of my flame, a world melts,
Leaving the echo of rain to seep deep into wounds, in arpeggios of emptiness.
A hallucination, an echo of mirage embraced by Venusian caress,
Or just the marvel that dissipates, tearing the gentle world's promise,
Leaving scars of longing on the heart, kissing the boundless depths,
Love, a case seen through the fog of time, yearning carried in its breadth without touching the ground.
As if it were a divine craft, the love that always tries us,
The unsure kiss of each person, with tears of bitterness, with his restless verse,
Writing on clouds of falling flowers, on hearts frightened by waiting,
In the night of souls bearing torches of dreams, a dungeon of desired sparks in the celestial gate.

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