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I recall falling, like a broken-winged butterfly,

Into your eyelashes field



Feeling so trapped and trying to stabilize,

I confessed: I love you.



I felt relieved and cleansed of all previous sins.



Getting intoxicated by the flames around your olive-like pupils,

I kept on repeating: I love you in many glamorous occasions.



Your mysterious deep silence driven me to say:

I love you for assertion.



and hypnotized by your ever-renewing sheen,

Like a robot beyond control,

I kept on masticating those words

Until the words tasted like leftover mash potato.



All of that occurred while

you were superbly standing tall

Silently solemn like a wall

Inspiring me, after all, of how vain it is to fall

for immovable pretty wall and ...

to recall

that the world is charmer and much bigger than your eyes.