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Last night I saw him gleaming questioningly, in the dim veil of a wandering sky, his eyes, two stars in the darkness, in their subtle dance, I lost clarity.
Tied between clouds of lost dreams, weaving with threads of times lived, a cloak of mystery covering the instant, a distant whisper slipped softly, a distant whisper.
Mysterious, accompanying the song of the wind, the guacharacas, guarding her breath, lulling chatter, echoes of the night, her words floated, in a sweet waste.
Lost in its shadow, in the light of its essence, I lost myself in the shades of its indifference, and although the dawn comes, with its adventurous light, its radiance remains, in my travelling soul.
Every night, in the deep sky the stars murmur secrets of the world, And though my footsteps be of a wandering wanderer, Their lingering glow shall be my star.
Beautiful
Thank you