The last sunset of the pink promise
It leads to to a place where an Angel fell
a bright golden smile where gods reside
the deep blue water, so calm, so still
when the beast kissed a rose without asking Apollo's lyre
He forged forever by melting his mind
the juice of a rotten wisdom is a broken vow
For the sake of love, . . . pain must be bind
for what Aphrodite's burden is for you to sow
That night so cold can't you remember
the moon so full and and our hands at rest
Breath of west gave a single promise
Turns into something that can never be the best.
Feelings grades is a derivative of the golden times
Fast like a dragon, kiss like a snail
Both of its wings is a sea to ponder
that transcends from slowness to a waterfall of changes.
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