Mistical mist covered
The Garden of my thoughts
Wrapped my face
In its delicated overcoat
Clothed me with countless drops of water
And bedewed my chapped body
As I was standing beneath
The tree without leaves
Where only bird of sadness sat down
I felt your smell delighting like blood
You were guiding among the thorns
Real like a tear
In my Garden
Where all flowers faded
Stay o Lady
And make yourself comfortable
Bring back to life heart which
Screams in its silence
And let it beat once again
In the shadows of your dreams

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