To be the blacksmith
and to forge
a circle of man
To follow my vertical way
to be
at the hour of endless marvels
of your radiant looks
while you are beside me
There is a you
in me
that persists
on its reflections
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
To be the blacksmith
and to forge
a circle of man
To follow my vertical way
to be
at the hour of endless marvels
of your radiant looks
while you are beside me
There is a you
in me
that persists
on its reflections