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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the uncertain blue sky of our love, Why do you let the wind snatch the rays from your hair? In its fickle palm, let it caress your cheeks, With passion and desire, transforming your being into a shy dance. Its ecstasy brings sensations that rise towards the sky, A warm, sweet touch, like a fleeting dream. On your body, its fingers draw the melody, And in their eternal dance, glimmers of fine silk renew themselves. In your arms, I am captured and embraced by shivers, With each note, a perfection is unveiled. But when your arms release, the fragrance dissipates, And the sweetness of the moment is stolen into oblivion. Why do you let the wind place its palm upon yours? Secretly kissing your thoughts with passion? Through thin, joyous skirts on an enchanted journey, It gazes with gentle eyes into their mad world. The storm cries, and sorrow dances in silver waves, On dark alleys overwhelmed by bitterness. In the soul, flickering, the droplets of the sky settle, Magic and melancholy ignite in sacred verses. The walls of our hearts are extensions of feeling, On white pages, metaphors subtly reveal themselves. Dancing gracefully, love overflows in every corner, And a world of dreams takes shape in reality. On our wings, the rain pours, Listening to unspeakably sweet promises. The voice suffocates in the storm and unpleasant times, Sadness, you portray her young and beautiful. Rising, I enter the hidden realm, Where love denies the rules of our lives. It pours infernally, a wild rain that destroys everything in its path, But on our rooftops, love is reborn with every step. May our fragile desires not be lost in nothingness, But seep through the cracks of unfortunate time. Let us hold them tightly in our palms, And transform them into fulfilled realities by whispering them in secret.
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