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| Sleeping Woman by Man Ray |
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I found myself thinking about you,
Your smell, your skin, your taste.
I could swear I have just heard you.
Oh, my!
I found a corner of my heart that
wants you,
Your scent, your touch, your
flavors.
I could swear I have just felt you.
My, oh my!
These are the wonders of our brains,
The magnificence of our thoughts,
The simplicity of our feelings.
They're just blinded.
Blinded, deaf, amnesiac.....
Oh, my!
I found myself thinking about your
flaws,
Your anger, your sadness, your
emptiness.
I could swear I have heard your
pain.
Oh, my!
I found a seed of resentment that despises
you,
Your voice, your strength, your
colors.
I could swear I have felt your
punches.
My, oh my!
But I remember, after the darkness
there is a light,
A light called hope.
And I lean to the benevolence of
forgiveness,
a never fading fire.
And forever holding inside a
biased truth,
Called, after omission, love.
And even disguised as a thought,
Lighting up the darkest corner
of my being,
They tickle, they move inside, they
burn sometimes,
The ashes...... the ashes of
our fearless fire.
These are the wonders of our brains,
The magnificence of our thoughts,
The simplicity of our feelings.
They're just blinded.
Blinded, deaf, amnesiac.....
