My skin holds memory,
my heart, your traces.
Like fine sand,
you walk through my soul blindly.
Never run, stroll,
do not hasten your steps,
stop time upon my lips.
Does it burn?
You are on the right path,
let us burn together in the bonfire.
Do not look away,
do not fear when my sky darkens
and rains upon your golden trail.
Watch my waves
dance upon stones,
two faces of the moon:
one hidden, one observing.
Love me with my shadows,
I will love the light others revere.
Two parts of the same weaving,
two petals united, predestined.
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