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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Beneath the evening's astral embroidery, the kiss was born timidly, A spark of hope, golden and gentle, in the fabric of the ephemeral. A celestial arch, lips slowly bend towards the sea, aspiring to eternity, And they withdraw serenely, to the measure of the waves, in a whisper of dance and twilight. They gaze hidden, enveloped in coronas of smoke from memories, A mysterious echo of calm that embraces the lake, the mirror of those unspoken words. Hands unbound, through a labyrinth of dreams swayed by the wind, Like the birds that, in relentless flight, get lost in the blue of the high skies. And we, in the duet of fates, embrace silences, to us, they seem endless crystals, Where the candors of smiles now get lost in a shoal of ice, as inheritance. With locked doors, our souls paint, in the tableau of the bygone days, While the tears of celestial altars crystallize in the air, rise the sign of the invisible shadowing. A massive wall rises from the horizon, the hours separate with embedded pins, Our field of love, now arid steppes, thirsty for the rains of falling stars, Our chambers, once vibrant alcoves, now await in emptiness, With the patience of a statue watching, longing for the brilliance of magic that brings love in mystical rebirth. And there will come an interlude, somewhere, I do not know when, flash-stricken by the reborn lights, The hidden play of the divine shard and the mystery unfolds before us, When the maelstrom of love that lay in suspicions and questions, Leaving behind only two solitary souls, regal in their peace, Wrapped in a cocoon, where nocturnal butterflies wait to metamorphose into a new flight.
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