standing on the edge of love
in a dreamer's world, standing on the edge of love, you're lured to immerse … complementary, longing's voice etched in whispers, hallucinates you … there's no censorship, — mercy of the night dissolves wrong feelings … so softer than soft night's voicelessness surrounds me, wants to hear my dreams … romantically, we're like a dancing machine, watchers count our steps… … [j'ai fait le mille pas…]
