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Wishes

Wishes!! Do they die or they remain immortal
Like the salinity of sea water
Which drinks the normality of rivers.
Or they lasts like memories that tends to reborn.

I tried to tempt them and leave them alone
After hundreds of tries and loser's groan
I still wish to fulfill them
But for whom!! While she was my only gem.

The wish to sit over valley down the galaxies
puzzled, tangled and alone in the darkness
And then to wake in her arms at early dawn
Where darkness meets the daylight and love brawn

To create our little world, far from temptations
And to dive into each other's imaginations
The galaxy of my dreams shattered like mirror
All its remains, sharp and piercing aiming terror

That's all my pool of wishes losing their death rattle
That's all my words, flowed for you
Without you my every desire is colourless
Or they are the pain expressing "Wishes are immortal

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