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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the night when the moon shakes its silver over waves of dreams, A woman opens the gate to her heart, feeling too much, too deeply, In the trance of words that turn into butterflies of light and shadows of omens, As if the cycles of life and children of glass and islands of emerald could not fill the sea of her soul; As if the mourners of mists and the whispers of wind and the vegetables of the earth could not fill the cosmic void. She imagines she can whisper to the stars the secrets of the night, To bathe them in the light of destiny, to write their fate with an eternal verse. My love, I am that girl, lost in the whispers of the universe. A man writes, knowing too much, too painfully, Spells that transform into birds of night, fetishes that become amulets of time, As if the erections of desire and the congresses of thoughts and the products of dreams were not enough; As if the machines of time and the galleons of stars and the wars of shadows could not fill the eternal silence. With the old furniture of memories, he builds a tree of wisdom, A refuge in the cosmic chaos, where he hides the treasures of his mind. My love, you are that man, a thief of falling stars. In the deep night, when the moon shakes its stardust over our dreams, We love each other in eternal silence, we love in the absence of our own shadows, Never loving ourselves, like two strangers in a mirror, We hate even the shoes of dreams that carry us to forgotten realms, And the hats of memories that hide untold stories, dusted by time. But we love each other, precious, with a love that burns silently, Our hands are light blue, delicate like dragonfly wings, Our gazes are full of terrible confessions, like mirrors of deep water, Where all our desires, all our fears, all our unfulfilled dreams are reflected. And when we marry, our vow is made under a sky full of enigmas, The children of light leave in disgust, leaving behind a strange abundance, A cosmic banquet, full of unconsumed dreams and unpicked stars, Like fruits hanging heavy on the branches of time, waiting to be harvested.
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