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Moon confession


 

Have been accused that the splendor of love has my praise,

constant change and its stimulation for the awaken days.

The longing, the calm, the touch and its astonishment,

illimitable desires, its creative expression and still content.

The many excuses and fears to cheat despair,

to know the madness to take the motion to bear.

Promised eternal love to cross that dark of life,

lovers eyes speak in that voluptuous light of strife.

Remembered potion of my beam in constellation,

embracing souls and glowing emancipation.

Immortal praise for all tenderness is given,

the inenarrable senses all driven.

The queen of love beaconed in dreamer’s nights,

cause of attraction’s magnificence.

Celestial loyalties in timeless sphere,

soothing away the troubles everywhere.

Holding the bond that made love to trust,

sacramental echoes of stardust.

Awake above the ego’s cry without doubt,

redeeming will humble allowed.

My waning intemperate indulgence not to blame,

unsheathed reality for the constant new again.

Possessions through the act of memory,

spectrums in light of progressive immortality.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.

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