Part of the Breeze
Do you know how smooth and
Love makes humans of us all.
How sensual this new Kingdom seems,
pale comes love in an strange hour,
unannounced unplanned for,
like the warm breeze of a lost spring?
The stoned mean spirits of our heart
are suddenly turned into red roses, children,
as we enter a Kingdom one more time,
with no fear & no fright,
no darkness & the Night.
With the person we love in our dreams.
Like a trip through our fantasy,
like the skies, like the sea.
And you may continue,
if the breeze is one of the few.
If it is true.
You must believe in it.
06.07.1998
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