Melody
like a bull from a Spaniard's sword.
My heart is like a wild bird,
breaking its wings in the cage of captivity.
My spirit remorse,
in observation of my weeping soul.
My flesh abandoned,
follows the patterns of daily routine.
What happened?
Was it last night, last week, last year or last life?
It seemed a fraction of a moment
that lasts for centuries in lust.
Lust for completeness! Harmony!
I held you in my hands…
A precious jewel that possessed my heart.
A star that fell and overwhelmed with light.
A melody I cannot replicate, nor can I silence.
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1999/2000
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