Every now and then
I can feel the spark
of your soft voice.
As you are a night creature,
you came to me
safe-guarded in shadows.
I only wish you were real
wrapped in that red dress.
You are the whisper in the darkness
when the storm is done with us.
I like to embrace you in this darkness I feel now
and I look for your whispers.
I look for a crazy idea growing
faraway in the mystery of your mind.
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