I marvel at the fragrance in your sacred bottles.
My wonder begs of the lingering that is of its charming delight.
I find it acceptable – to shatter your kept thoughts of innocent temptations.
Do you find pleasure at the circus of tricks and scandals, inside your dance?
Would you rather sing next to me and calm my nervousness – by entrusting me into space above me?
The cosmos of our flight seduces our thoughts, which break free from the ebb and flow of resistant pleasures.
For now, we have seen, angels dancing around the brightest star.
They are not burned, for we are consumed by the fire which gives us energy!
Now when you look at the person right next to you, what becomes of the reasoning of extinguishing?
Let them burn – for they all are, burning for something, and this passion is to be understood.
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