the light — Hive

Does the one with songs so magical depart doubt

Or would passion overflow with the entire meaning

While the eyes found a fault in the flower

The sun must be obscuring the sight

To the prettiest massive pearl when love is the source

Of a dream whose structure is uplifted by pens

Until a ripened rhapsody is revived

By the rupture of last night’s reminiscence

Passion candles’ light beamed in the pathway

Awakening the day should the daylight be missed

Life offers me, at dawns, unpleasant memories

Planting passion watered by sorrows

It’s time to harvest, as the moons have matured

Are we composing poetry, by the elapse of time, nurtured

Or would the curtain drop on the will at the onset of dreams

By the harvest of grapes: her countenance is life epitomized

All the pulling of ropes and scratches on the palms

Of passion are pleasures if the objective is achieved

Let the light be assembled, cause the night is host

To wakeful eyes enchanted by a melodious voice

Daybreak ruptured into a fragrant flower

Prompting the rainfall to water the plants

Should I grasp the dream, for time is flying bye

How could I ignore this wish that flares like a flash

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