If the madness lifted to auto-pilot,
I'd already be in my lover's arms,
Above, where nothing but her touch lingers
My scars, my blessings, my clouds
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Meager in a respect, so ready for life Delicate fuses waiting for a light, when the garden knows only wind. Beautiful lines of a nice poem.