Sweet melancholia absorbs my heart,
Where "myself" disappeared in the night -
My dreams on blue clouds and raindrops
move the oxygen from foggy air around.
Mountain is crying out, as if in birth pain
Sun rays are gentle fingers caressing her edge
Stimulating energy flows through my blood,
when I stare at empty sky, I see with your eyes.
You are always my brother in the misty path
quiet place, spirits of all fallen stars in our arms.
-nour-
July-013
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