2023-04-10 04:44:01
If we were like the branches of a tree, the sun would nurse our veins together and the dawn watered us with dew together, then we would be dyed with lush greenery when we stretched out and embraced our arms, and in the spring we clothed ourselves in colorful clothes, and in the fall we undressed, naked and bathed in the winter, warmed by our tenderness.
If we were at the seashore, two smooth waves of sand and oysters crowned with a slurry of day and foam, then we would unleash the current that pushes us from our cradle to the edge together in a humming, dancing gait. A delicate cloud would drink us up and dissolve under the mouth of a sweet, companionable sun, then we would return as twin waves, surrendering to the current in an eternal cycle from the seas to the sky. From the sky to the seas.
If only we were in two tents, two neighbors from one balcony, our rise in one cloud, our resting place to light for the lovers alone, for the travelers towards the abode of love and love, for the watchful mourners, guarding the bonds of loved ones. He crosses the path and bows, when he draws his eye to our purity, he catches us, he wipes us with his feathers, he admires our luster, he showers us in the purified parting.
If only we were the wings of a gentle and soft seagull, the strait does not leave, hovering over the wolves of the ships, announcing the arrival to the navigator and awakening the longing for the loved ones and the homeland. And they forget his fear and bewilderment by chanting, poetry, and blowing on the flute.
If we, if we, if we, woah from the harshness of “if,” my girl, if we begin our words with semen, but we… oh from the harshness of “but we”! Because it says in its wrapped, entangled letters that we deny what the days left behind in our souls. We would like to take it off. We would like to forget it. We would like to return it to the womb of life.
But, my girl, I am tried sitting on the sidewalk of a world full of confusion and rubbish. A universe devoid of handsomeness. Gained me obscurity and grimness. When I fell on top of it in the early morning I was in the past days, my sedition, a solid warrior, and a valiant knight, before the feet trampled in my heart, before the sun and frost whipped me in order to humiliate my sublime pride.
I was living in an immortal spring, what a spring. I fed them from my aching heart, and when I saw the bewildered, the lost, lost in the dark, I would like their loss to burn me, I would like to light up, and if I laughed purely, as if I were a brook that turns away from the shadow of the stars, its bright face, what happened to the valiant knight?
The heart was dislocated, and it ran away without reins, and the stalks of dreams were broken, O you who show my step on the path of innocent tears! O you who show my step on the path of innocent laughter! Peace be upon you, peace be upon you, I give you what the world has given me of experience and skill in return for one day of virginity.
No, it is only “you” who will return me to the old knight without a price without calculating pure profit and loss. I see you, my love, as if you have grown out of time. I would remain standing without a place, if your tender love did not return me to purity, so we would know love like the branches of a tree, like two neighboring stars, like twin waves, like the wings of a gentle seagull, then we would not separate, holding together a path that would bring us together in its own path.
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