The Good Mirror
Night falls again for the dreamer
ready to chase another dreamer
refusing to face the good mirror
who sings daily hymns of a believer
here goes hunting the weary dreamer.
A conquest for love so flawless
infinite love of forgiveness
like a tireless star in creepy darkness
so pure like a dove’s meekness
with soft touches of innocence.
Where is this love full of abundance?
That touches the soul with invisible kisses
that weakens the knees in the darkness
with drawing pool of tears for the laughters
with a pounding heart of pleasant echoes
a precious loving mind with no egos.
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