. . . in my dream

Closing doors of these mortal eyes
Opened an enveloped past shattered inside
Arise of some immortal memories
Your face- your eyes- your smile
And everything that exists- stepped aside.
Centuries of awaiting; exhausting
And tiresome moments so annoying
Left in a moment seeing the favor of west wind
Carrying scent of your soft rosy skin,
Tempted my desires falling in love
Eventually I (fell) fell losing my being.
It’s when all started to change
Summer and winter and spring
Then lots of spring passed like in a glimpse
What if this is all happening only in my dreams . . .

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