We never know when will be the last day
And I have so much to say
So much to say to you my love.
Hunting every glorious moment
Waiting for it persistently
Like a fisherman on the shore
to catch his fish and even more.
We never know when will be the last day.
Short while to raise awarness
Behind my mirror is you
You can see the ocean in my eyes
The stormy wheather
And the blue days.
You can feel the warmst in my hands
The labour I had to pay
tenderness and random bleed.
My hands caress your skin and make you feel
The king of bliss you ever been.
We never know when will be the last day.
Behind my mirror your heart is beating
Your mind is full of mine
Seeing the nacked truth of being
Being alive in this world
Black clouds hiding sparklings stars.
Together we are moving rigth there
For some magic moments
In the kingdom of lost beauty
Where once man had a chance
To enjoy life in paradise.
Togehter we light these stars
And feel the warm rays in our breasts
Hapiness of a few precious breaks
It is just tremendous, overhelming!
Forever remembered.
Today can be the last day.
Poeme: Nebulosa Illustration: Marc Chagall 18.05.2016
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