The Magic

I will seek your hands in the raindrops,
which get absorbed within me,
when my pulse keeps driving, so suddenly---
to run, run and run...madly and wildly!


I will seek your breath in a hot wind,
and your lips in the bright morning;
to ignite myself in dreams and heights
...to a chaos of feelings and secrets.


I will seek your laughter in the day of weariness,
your voice---in a piano chord...
I will look for a magic in a red sunset---
to bring it to my night when I feel lonely.


In thinly intertwined moonbeams,
I will seek love and cordiality,
I will look for the warmest, sweetest eyes,
instantly turned into eternity.


Even if you're a tear just for me,
behind which a heavy star curtains,
I will look for you again in the cold darkness,
and I will quietly ask always--- Where are you?---as I miss you!

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