The sky in a prayer
The cherrytrees don't blossom in your palms
which carefully caress my lines of body,
when we make love the sky bends in a prayer.
One of these nights,
when the sky becomes clay for our bodies
i will plant a cherrytree near your love- and prayer-tired face.
which carefully caress my lines of body,
when we make love the sky bends in a prayer.
One of these nights,
when the sky becomes clay for our bodies
i will plant a cherrytree near your love- and prayer-tired face.
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