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Petals Of Sand
Old prophecies
they announce your skin.
I write without ink in the sky
and your name appears,
Small flowers that shine the
night.
The tide arrives,
nocturnal music that unfolds
Sounds without time.
In audacious waves
the rocks explode,
they pronounce your absence.
Dream without the ink on the
land:
of your smile petals fly
they gone to sleep of moon.
They leave your fragrance,
They draw your name in the
sand.
Fragrance Forgot
A seed falls on your skin:
oranges they grow and flowers,
birds fly
- they fly free of every pardon
-.
they travel infinite distances,
they fly and they return,
They return and they go.
They seek the perfume buried
-they say that is that of your
sex -.
Hidden among old roots,
each
beating of the fragrance
it pronounces your name,
your name written in sap.
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