I Came To You Comments

To know the essence of poetry in your heart,
I have come to you, O master of my heart, your only lover, by crossing the streets with tears dripping from their roofs, leaving behind the trees that never bloom...

How many times have I come to you to lose my growing insomnia with a sleep without holes in your chest, to forget my self, which is burned in nothingness, in the smile on your cheeks, to hug you, O life, my life.
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