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I’ll mix the layers of the dawn
With the mirroring waters to draw
Your love – a flame of my reborn.
Where the conscience exists no more,
Where the karmic tides sleep so strong,
Where abysmal depths show the core
      I’ll find a different rainbow
      To conquer its integration,
      To steal its ebb and flow,
      Then, in strokes of dissipation,
      I’ll paint your love – my vertigo -
      On the canvas of life frustration,
            On the easel of life devotion...
            When I burn my old palette to ashes,
            When I drown in the bottomless ocean
            With its all-time-enwrapping splashes
            I will paint as a brand-new motion
            Your love framed by colourful flashes,
                Devoid of its earthly distortion
                And free from dichotomous dashes.