Desire

Will you be my sky
I will decorate it like a cloud
Like my mind.

Will you be my river
Blessed by its tight embrace
The boat will float to an unknown destination.

Will you be my wife
Whose magic is bewildered
I will surrender myself, forgetting all the realities.

Will you be my grave
Where in the cool air of peace
The endless watch of my eternal sleep will flow.

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