I sit and think
Why with him everything turned deep
A paradoxical dream
Hopes of forevers and strings
Like the strings from Japan, connected;
Through curves of rivers
Miles of land
Even down and above
Skyscrapers and trees
In the depths ;
Only he can percevie
What makes me
In a sense I'd never believe,
That someone can feel a way for me
In a sort of passionate
and a bit bittersweet love ,
A fathomless devotion ;
To one another
Ending with nothing left to recover
We mix with our tongues ,
The language of love.
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PoetryYoyoyo soy yo una guia para el juego del Universo:) Random thoughts and poems I've wrote out of the emotions I, myself, and others imposed on, porque pues todo no se puede selinciar.
