We met outside the wonder, no stars were left behind,
No lights were beaming under, but darkness, dense and blind.
We met crossing the rivers of questions with no sense,
Dressing myself in shivers when touched by your embrace.
The time was melting feelings, the moon fell in my lap,
Deluding my own healings, warmed by the stary wrap.
Yet under skin of passion the pain was eating cells,
Mistaking soft compassion, a nazar yelled odd spells.
We met outside the wonder, carrying with us the past,
Cursed by a foolish blunder, departing us at last.
© Simona Prilogan
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