- spiral candle on the table,
burning those rhymes of my Lord
is promise of this matter stable ?
How can one keep his eyes opened,
when is blindfolded by a feather,
under your arms like a slice of fear,
just for tonight smells of your leather
and inhales the story unknown yet?
And what if one day, this all is dust
Laying on furniture of elder house,
Living alone with a cat and a mouse,
how long can last unspoken trust?
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