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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When I sit alone in my ice block And I sing by hunger or cold I think,it’s paintfull the process, That without you I’m melting Buckets of hot blood are licking Thoughts as birds fly to you… I’m the prisoner of my own love, It fetters me and it’s flocking me Tramelled in fer of pollar fox I sit with my eyes on fire,so they can get Something of the hotness of a night in an igloo In frosted nord and solitary I have no body,what should I look in the mirror? Either a mirror I have.i don’t need. I mirror and I siwm in your look In nights with cold winds That blow the ice in your eyes. We hug at the end of world And your tear,from the pain of the crock of the ice Born,it makes a river at our feet. The aureole is then a rainbow We sit on the edge of the river and we fish: Dreams,then we divide them brotherly… In cold nights we hunt pollar foxs We run on the horses of dreams.Star dust Rises in the back the hoofs of horses of fire and wind We have no words in our mouths. We only have mouths that chew and fire Which melt the suplimentar ices. When we hold our hands The lava flows on snow And the fire slowly melts into water The rain washes the face of the sun The day comes hurried and when leaves The night,with small stars The fire starts in us. You burn slowly in the bed which has no wood in it When you show up in the sill of the door Un warm smile and the eyes become Blue ice,almost white. The whole darkness enters to us And turns off the vision about time. The dawn comes more difficult I found myself in your arms, In sleep and in dream…
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