The Bullet
[ poem by Maximilian G. Wolf ]
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On top of the bullet, I'm flying
through your secret dreams.
Then I jump to your heart
to conquer it completely.
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In the dream, on a roses pillow,
I felt pain from the prick of a thorn.
Got a hand full of blood droplets.
Your skillful hand covered me
with a veil of light cobwebs made.
Then pushed me down to the nirvana waves.
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On a snowy night through the snowflakes
a tear of happiness slips away.
Because of the dances
around the fire of dreams.
Introduced by your engrossing mane.
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Maximilian G. Wolf
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