'wish i could die in your eyes...
so beautiful
and so blue...
like this morn...
wish i could be born
in your soul so so torn...
wish i could be the air
and send essence of flowers
into your heart so red and yet so white...'
he thought
as he got caught
and drunk...
by the beams of the sun
and the sky like a propulsion strong
taking him to those eyes...
for which he forever longed...
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