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I was a baby photo...

Crossing the vast space,
will lose my senses,
again.

In the other side of the black hole
is easy to find your smile.

Magnificent time,
time,
in a sense that your love
makes me blur in the completely
darkness of the burning crowd.

Balls of cotton roll,
stumbling across the lands,
listening to the soft morning
chorus of the birds in the distant land.
That place that sreminds to the misterious
and uncomplete silence of the desert...

They unite upon a peak and weave the pattern,
a handshake,
a embracing warmth.

Yet not complete,
a content weaving of miraculous coincidence,
the everlasting web.