Luther Hippolyte - Deserie

You’re far away, I feel you so close,
I stop, to look at you, I’m outrun
By thoughts a thousand miles.
Your heart, a radiant Night Sun
That brings sunshine to rainy days
And fertility to my desiccated land
Of cactus and cadaver.
In this life I’ll find,
Many days golden,
Many winter coats,
But non as golden
As your summer gates,
That warms my heart- fondness.
My roots natured with favor,
A true weigh of infinite goodness.
My thoughts in ecstatic labor
And when Night comes to sleep,
How wild my imagination runs
Circulating your world deep
Faster than the sun.

Luther Hippolyte

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