stuck in gravity

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Bathed in the hug of your sun
pampered by romped waves
kissed on my lips by your stars
in the existence of my dream
wars of any thought get banal.
..................................
In your angelic spirit, — I am
an altar, — a mystery sculpted
with your smile, with your gaze
and your voice stuck in gravity
of a delicate realm l'hawaïenne


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