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Komodia II : The DreamThe fugutive:]Embedded in a velvet heart of jasmine roses in the dark. The light of sunrise kissing minds to wake the sleeper in the night. 'Wake up you (- you) dazzled troll - for you enface a bleeding hour, where all your sins in pain will leave the veils of mind to set you free.' [The birth of a king:] I dropped my mask on to the ground of deserted wasteness in the sand. But where it fell a flower bloomed she smiled at me - we were alone. But as the spring to summer fell of april's healing, blessing rain, the desert round me gave its life to plenty colors full of light. So where i went the flowers bloomed, the birds they sang a lovely tune. the children looked and smiled at me ' This man was born a king to be' The virgings with their herbal spice, they kissed my face to say goodnight. The holy mother bowed her head mumbling: 'Do not forget this could be life and not a dream' [The return:] The mother raised the dagger high, and blessed by the wells in her eyes, I opened my chest to heart my lies to accept the judgement of her knife. |