She

I have visions of you
All night long

It was not a bad dream
It was not a dream
I feel your skin
I feel your warm skin

Your eyes
Were deeper
Than ever

My hands in your hands
My lips on your lips
Begans the night


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Suns were like
Shattered burned walls
Of lebanon cities

Since november

Since that day of november

Where the way seems
To continue
Nude and alone
The inner soul
Broken

up alone in the hell
where the sun fires souls
near your damned eyes
under the dark red sky
of thousand dead nights
i feel oiling the dismay
on howling boiled seas
all lively as blown sparks
in their ever returning death
up among which weld us
i raise my arms and i throw a shout
against the univers which creates us to die
on the dogmatic foothills of the Good and the Evil
i now repossesses my spirit
before ending in ash regenerating
to be free finally
to be clear of mean hopes
to be a birth in eternal breath currents