I deviated without any reason,
In the illusive shadows,
In the echoed whispers,
In the reflected deepness of your eyes,
In the warmth of your arms.
And in the scents of your physic.
And every mirror turned against me,
Showing me your face.
Oh nature!
Don't be so devoted and loyal to me,
Tell the sun to change direction,
Tell the mountains to soak up these soul shaking voices,
Tell the oceans and skies to show me their own faces,
And tell the winds not to bring her warmth and scents.
The shadows were my swinging cradles,
The whispering breaths were my lullabies,
The deepness was my mysterious heaven,
The warmth was god's presence for me,
And the scents were patting my soul.
Now beneath the white feathers,
The swan is hiding the wet scars of past and now.
Now the buds of love are afraid,
Of thorns on my hands.
Oh love,
Come and let this valley,
Sing again.............
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