from the ruins of the first formation

you have a lyric face
from the ruins of the first formation
have a great poetic inspiration
buried in the coffin of my vision
there is no curb in it
to your undersigned soul
like a small virgin flower
in a waterless orchard
will we meet in our insides
and approach
facinated our bodies
thiristy our soul ?
enter my chaos , my void
lie down in the skulls of my inside
in my colors and in my language
i m waiting for warmth of your body
for your exit from reasonable
you are the melted poetry in the horizon
you are the light in the deep soles of existence
i will give you my interior as an offering
my madness
my darkness .

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