THE SIGNATURE OF YOUR LOVE.

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A PIGEON’S  FEDER, IN LOVE, 
ACUSED  TO CONSPIRE,

THROWN AWAY…JUST  BEFORE THE  LAST  FLAP,

A WOUNDED HEART 
BY THOUSAND  ABSESENCES…TIRED.

HUGED  THE  LOST  SPORE, 
WILLING TO RAISE FROM  DEAD.

A PROUDLY  FERN…LANGUID…SOWN,

RAISED BY THE  BREEZE, 
BORNE…FALLING SLEPT,

ON THE FRESHLY SOIL OF YOUR SKIN,

IN A FLASH…NAKED.

SOWWING YOUR LOVE,  
WITH INDELIBE TINT,

UNDER  THE  BRIEFLY FURROWS,  
OF YOUR HONEY SWEET,

GREENLY  PROUTS, 
KAMUSED…THREE,

OPENED THE  WINDOW OF YOUR BROWNY SOIL.

SEARCHING FOR THE FREEDOM´S  LIGHT, 

THE FREEDOM OF LIVE
AND  THE FREEDOM  OF LOVE.

HIDDEN, UNDER FURROWS OF  A DEEPLY COLOR,

OF A ROSE FROM  PASSION  BLUSHED,

FIERCY NARROWS IN BLACK,

CROSSED THE AIR AS AN ASNWER FOR THE THREAT,

CALMED YOUR ANGUISH,  
BY THE HAND OF  THE SOUL,

RAISING YOUR FACE…TO MINE,

TEARDROPS OF WAX,  
FROM  CANDLES BLUSHED,

JET TRINKETS, EMBRACED MY PUPILS BLIND,

TREMBLING WERE OUR LIPS…AS  GETTING SO CLOSED,

CEDED THE POORS…AGAING,

ON  MERMAIDS OF DEAFLY  SONGS,

AND FLOAT ONE MORE TIME, 
TO THE FAUCES OF THE  SNAKE,

TO YOUR SACRED  LOVED MOUNT,

SHUT UP THOUGHT !....IMAGINE,

JUST ARE…TWO CONJUGATED HANDS,

TEN FINGERS INTERLACED,

FROM  WICKED CHILDREN…THEIR SLAPS,

TWO RIGHT HAND INDEXES, POINTING TO GOD,

TO OUR SOULS, AND TO  THE  SIGNATURE  OF  YOUR  LOVE.