I wanted to be your Ciuleandra

“When love speaks, the voice of all the gods appear as sleeping in harmony heaven.“William Shakespeare

I wanted to be your Ciuleandra
Dance through their jungle,
How sand hourglass
Climb the stairs to miss heaven.
On a bed of leaves
I stand at your gate built,
You there, you feel on the lips
Especially when you cry at night.
Returned park do not know where
I run through the grass burned dreams
I seized seconds
For while they weave.
I devour mysterious limp,
Slowly fall asleep on your lip,
Thinking of you dear caught
You see my dreams Do not you?
Always be me
Always haunted son
You are great coming
Near shore they deserted.

I wanted to be your Ciuleandra
Dance through their jungle,
How sand hourglass
Climb the stairs to miss heaven.

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