To see variety of forms
By simplest possible way:
To be in you,
Without thorns to have you every day
In thoughts, in dreams,
In all my soul
Like treasure of the sky.
To feel the smell of Universe
Caressing every cry
Of your emancipated self.
There is no pain, no grief,
Just our song to magic wealth
Of desperate Belief.
Murmur
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