Sweet as sleepy as the rain, gentle
distracted
pure as the rose bloom
and near and far as the wind.
This woman who feels what he feels
and bleeding wound on my own
is fairly
my life and the extent of my thinking.
When I complain, it is my complaint,
and when silent, my silence is her
and when I sing, it is my song.
When trust is her confidence, they hope
is her hope, and
when alive, is her heart.
distracted
pure as the rose bloom
and near and far as the wind.
This woman who feels what he feels
and bleeding wound on my own
is fairly
my life and the extent of my thinking.
When I complain, it is my complaint,
and when silent, my silence is her
and when I sing, it is my song.
When trust is her confidence, they hope
is her hope, and
when alive, is her heart.
Francisco Luis Bernardez.
Painting: "Jeune femme ux roses" ("Young woman with roses), 1913, Emile Vernon.
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