What You Do
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You come into my eyes
Like a dream of angels
You drop from my eyelids
Like the leaves of orchids
You come into my lips
Like the song of chirps
You drop from my rhymes
Like the tyranny’s regimes
You bacon me from the horizon
Like the voice of a baby falcon
You steal me of my deep breath
Like an earthquake’s hot wrath
What you do is beyond limits
Like the sun ray’s gold splits
What you create is out of reach
Like a wise man’s new preach
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