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FLOWERS OF DEW
Oh, you blind soul Sipping me forever While crystal-clear tears Spring, shine and fall down In bottomless wells. Your eyes are darker than Night itself And dead And cold And sharper than Icicles in wild caves. Colder than the Moonlit stones Your eyes are darker than The coals But you neither see me Nor hear my voice You’re deaf and blind Invisible numb soul I feel and hear and see you Though you cannot see me Your eyes are closed And dead And cold. I dream, I blink And then vibrate, Keep floating over you And while my eyes Are open wide From deep inside Come rolling down My cheeks Flowers of dew. – SORANA -
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