my spice flowers
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I use the spice of your kiss
silence melts in the sunset
all here is gold and mist

• and I feel the warmth of the smoke of existence
  soundless collision of wild petals
  we are plucked out from an earthly flower forever
  now no bad words can reach me no specials
  but the past stitched its links together
  I am ready to accept that your silence is your mate
• your spice is as a noble moment as a mirth
  all your wishes are joy and to hate
  what was left out of the rebirth
  my kisses won’t stay they whirled
  the buds of gods encased in ice snap
  miracles are torn up by the will of the world
  in the eyes of the night in the shape of the heart’s lap
  because of your fresh kisses I become a crumb
  one learns – one’s emotions cut like a blade
• I also came for a while to love
  but I am part of the passing away
  no longer I have power over your heart
• your memory merges into nothing’s space
  and your present also slips through my rampart
• as the Word into the souls of saints

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