The twilight sky on an rainy dawn lets me revel in the reveries of my love...
you are much like my love, methinks...
your vastness invites me to sink to drop my ego, to drop my me, to drop myself, to merge forever, and thus vanish into the gushing aroma of your existence, as to be one, with the eternity.
when the breeze turns to winds, and the rain swirls, through the empyrean route the twilight sun adorns your bosom with all those hues of life; it all seems a phantasmagoria... when these protean clouds affect one form, to another, and yet on, and in one of these floating silhouettes, i can watch us together... in the silent music of this fluttering, in the warmth of this wind, in these bright nuances of the eve, in the stillness of time...
you are much like my love, dearmost sky... ... you are distant as much!
What stayed with you?
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