I feel you there.
In the background of my mind.
I try to hold your image fast and tight between my fingers.
Every time I see you there, you’re just an image made of sand.
The sand made for me a looking glass, upon which I deeply reflect.
A moment in a lifetime, a showman.
A little man, with a heart as big as mine.
A sky-rider, a high flyer, a sparkling diamond in creation.
What can we together create?
Whatever it is, it will surely be great.
Pure romance, made of sand, washed away to foreign climes.
Wine and roses of velvet black, I want you back.


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