Our love is an island,
an old forgotten song
our bodies are a cloud of distant rain
a sweet shiver, a reverie
covered with the shade
of white waiting
Time passing by,
a smoke - it dims our eyes
and life is a sorrow, unbearable, vast,
a soft whirling of the wind,
a thread that ties us together
and vanishes into the sky
like a night shadow...
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