" Listen to the secrets of lands
Break the stone of all remains of pain
Forget the voice coming from my brain
A sound of honesty softens each hand
An injury still shakes under of my skin
Don’t know where to begin
Men are children of fire
Burn your arrow with the flame of desire.
Write the forgotten lines
Read the pages of fine
Imagination is over mind.
Moonlight calls the reign of mystery
Enigmatic is the birth of shadows
Find in silence the colour of nothing
Angels used to be slaves of sarrow
Kiss of death makes me sign the pact
To owe my wild rose to my kindred spirit
The enchantress is my magnolia lack
Flower of night breaks my forbidden sleep."
Phil.L
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