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RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts

in #art6 years ago

When you wish (poem)

When you wish, I give myself to you.

in body and soul without ties

When you touch my day it becomes clear

it's as if the sun came on a rainy morning

my being moistens as if the sea were getting wet inside me.

my field always eager to be watered by your powerful being

you penetrate holes created just for you

When you wish, I want to give myself to you.