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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Relationship · #1763420
I see the mother of my children and smell the breeze of my land and my people in you.
Your voice, your face, your scent, your hair and the touch of your hands calls me.

I see the mother of my children and smell the breeze of my land and my people in you.

I know the back of the blue sea, where the sun dies you’ve been created.

I know when the past drowns in your sea that you will be with me the coming years.

I say I love you and the universe widens and gets small again, my life above is like a castle of desire from the melting sand that was not built.

I dream of you and hope the dream will grow and become complete, because the life of my home at your hands and a small house will become the most beautiful one.

I so long for a small house with you loving me and nothing more, where the windows of intimacy light up and the gates of confusion gets broken.

Your life is my life and when your path becomes my path, your heart beat will draws a picture of my heart.

I long for your face that want to protects me from the faces of liars.

I say I love you and the universe widens and gets small again, my life above is like a castle of desire from the melting sand that was not built.

I dream of you and hope the dream will grow and become complete, when I build my home with you a small house will become the most beautiful one.


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