You are drinking my soul like a sea from a prize,
Like a tear of an angel that noiselessly cries.
It's a ludicrous thing but I do recognize:
Your insensible voice and your fiery eyes.
Life includes sandy beaches, a rocky coastline,
Mountain scenery and a consistent decline...
It's a ludicrous thing but a pallid moonshine
Whispers softly to me: "Are you evermore mine?"
28.02.18 1:53
You are drinking my soul
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