Femina 7

Your temple
beyond the hill
in the purple
forest, you are poured
with green flames
quiet
pieces of glasses
slide on your
surface,
that make you
apart
from me.

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In red mirror
I see your laugh
your voice
is melting
after me.

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You`re walking
next to me
walking
in silence,
hidden words
in the trees,
in the evening,
in your hair,
you`re walking
and thinking
in silence.

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And a music
is spilling away
from your body,
looking tired
with always
wandering
eyes,
the emptiness
is not enough
for you-
freedom.