Chances brings thoughts
the edge of time,
speaks through the eyes of my baby,
while watching the reflection
a small woman lost in Hades
of silence screaming in the wind,
to edge of an open window on life.
Not a word escapes the images
taking possession of the House,
faded photocopy of a Summer Night
not yet expired.
giving it new hot Flashes of Love,
endless bursts of conquered lands
beyond of Paradise.
Hades back into the abyss opaque
a moment slipped from the hands of God,
Vapor Clouds blown by Gabriel and Raphael
pushes away the purple one-day Winter
ice caves in the Heart of a sleeper.
the sun returns to shine Hills
Emerald struck by the look of the King,
that reflects in my present
its magical splendor.
There is no room for darkness in the folds of Eden.
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