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I do believe in commuting tears to words and feelings to intellect. Its always atrocious to me, but I can't stand deaf to the voices inside.
In some speechless moment Your thinking Tweak a string of violin to fiddle at mine ears and it feels like I have baffled the way in the thick forest of voices (The thick forest of voices, in which there is not even a single tree, having words of tenderness embedded for me) All around me, looks a carnival of thousands and thousands of tones, yet I wish only to hear you (and no one else) Your voice, ah! I know, not meant for me..... But, the violin, grief-stricken on your silence is mine, just mine Hey darling...... my soul mate! Don't ask for (deflowered) dreams The dreams, for whom I spent every evening of me with lightning bug (But in morning awoke the emblem of Nox) Don't ask..... The dreams for whom I wished to have ocean (of love) flowing over my palms (But it was only the sand, my reward Don't ask The dreams for whom I adored to throw away my Eden to hell (But ah! my hands burnt.....)
In the end, with defeated steps, I turned my way back to home (But I incurred all the ways, lost)
So my dear, my friend, my soul mate! Don't ask for my defaced aches Don't..... Don't ask today of my ruined dreams
(and for no one else)
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