Hatred, as if the whole earth was submerged in it
there we were holding each others soul
and the hands, merely a ray.
Soothing as the wind of heaven
that brings the fumes of love within its blow.
The love of which the expression was unaided
and had no fear of the bitterly wake.
But the fate made it nothing but a vain fantasy.
Indeed I talk of recurrent dreams begot of sweet beauty
and true! those dreams are that of the idle brain.
©ssj
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