When thorns cut deep into pieces
Something with meat flavor
Thousands of cells, with the speed of light
Up to the nucleus.
The sun would bypass the sky
It would hide under a curtain of dreams
Like a sad sunset, vaguely shining
Or suddenly would turn into ashes
Darkening the horizon
You would look at me then
In the mirror of that semi-darkness
Casing your fire mantle
Near the heart with hopes
A sight of helplessness
Tomorrow, this morning with scent of illusions
Would be a pale shadow
Detached from a cosmic night
My arms will comfort you
Drawing the spheres.
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