Magic Emily

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A walk through the old town

and a girl on the street near the stone bridge.

Brown eyes with withered memory

covered the crying soul,

which wiped the sand of the past from the shoes.

Heart oppressed by the coldness of the mountain

overhanging the walnut crown.

The Tao of Time pushes the heartless crowd,

which tears the curds and stains your dress.

Where did you lose your dream, Emily?

And how did your joy break on the cobblestones?

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Your way into the unknown within yourself

is a walk by the lake of secrets.

An ordinary autumn day

when you borrow a new dream from fingers in your hair.

A Kiss by the old tower

where the chains of the past rattle.

Illusionist from Hudson River,

binds your heart carefully

while you watch how, with his bare hands,

unlocks the chest of secrets.

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Kisses for the body and words

which I write on your stomach and chest.

Thoughtful over the verses of the prayer

by the light of a cigarette

at night you read the symbols on my skin.

Fingers around the waist,

they take off the longing bright moonlight

while white light is approaching

over the surface of dark water

and climbs onto our table full of fate cards.

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A hug in the middle of the room

and trembling of the body tinged with fear.

A nest full of silence

delivers chest pain.

The stars are whispering from the heavens

soothing plan for the days to come.

Just lean back

and listen to what your heart tells you,

that’s the dream looking for you, Emily.

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