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I am knocking at your door
a silent human being tired of loneliness all wet of yellow rains Here I am standing with my eyes in the ground defeated wings as arms Talk to me I have so much to tell Stubbed images among dry words terribly thirsty of one wordless sign voiceless answer from the presumed you The whole night listens patiently with all these seconds beating as hearts I left your door wide open behind the desert out there a gull of winds and a scream of astray soul still sweeps Weaker more and more weaker Unbends the sand it turns against as storm will get through the door's frame will come over us- Two statues listening each other with blind eyes in tears. Two seconds we are just two seconds of the purifying time hidden underneath the words Clear diamonds rising from the yellow desert nearby Two flowers exploding in the full splendor of willing, Two Phoenix birds linked in a single robe of silver fire over the sky Sky of forgiveness and love.
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