Lying so close to heavens, the lovers dream
about eternity.
Losing their hearts among the jasmines,
they sleep together with passion,
composing the music of their souls.
A mystical clarity covers their eyes with
an inaccessible blue.
Everything enraptures and evokes absurd hours.
Everything is enchanted exhaustion.
And for just one magical moment, the threads of
time bend slowly, weave poems, knit words,
embroider infinity.
Karla Bardanza
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