aloenora

I write lyrics. All poems and images- are my own.

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The most sincere prayer is my silence.

Passion for you is a silent cry

Your body is a crystal clear altar

Which evokes poetry in quiet

This is where pain makes its cradle

and no one in me will be the third.

Because the only voice that I care about

is the masculine one that says "I want you" and

the feminine one that whispers "I love you".

In this temple, I'm not a shadow of a longing past,

but a light of the soul, gathering all your parts.

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You keep me warm with your cold, I cover my face with my hands. I lose this game at the start, But let everyone understand.

We are far and near at time, Let's a meet and break up again. I'm waiting for our prime, Like the hand clock, move in tandem.

It doesn't matter who freezes first. In this life, everything is allowed You can tell me whatever you want. I can hear your thoughts in my mind.

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I miss you so much that it doesn't go away. This is craving, an ancient instinct, which cannot resisted be. You changed with a single word all my days. Pulse quickened as I heard your voice fill the air around me.

I want to be loved in a way that is tactful, gentle, with pure intentions. You attracted me to you, but I was never your choice. Choice made at the table where duty reign, but heart neglected was. I was a wish that had no solution.

I didn't lose you because we were never together. I didn't break up with us because we didn't tell the main things. Loving you is easier than breathing We move in different orbits, thousands of miles.

I was all you wanted, but you didn't choose. Not because love was powerless. But because the price of choice was too expensive. And when my last hour comes.

I will sort through the faces in my memory. I'll find you among my lovely faces. My last thought should be: "It's YOU…..It's been YOU always."

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P.S. Feel me like art I'm writing to you with blood and metaphors. These lines could land me in jail. It's my way of surviving, at my own risk. Read my blog as a ritual.

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I like the rich timbre of your voice I can find inspiration only yours We've been seeking our chose You are my only one, you are my muse.

I gaze into your verdant eyes Grateful in prayer for your existence I yearn to encounter you ties, But there is an insurmountable distance...

[aloenorasblog]

The most sincere prayer is my silence.

Passion for you is a silent cry

Your body is a crystal clear altar

Which evokes poetry in quiet

This is where pain makes its cradle

and no one in me will be the third.

Because the only voice that I care about

is the masculine one that says "I want you" and

the feminine one that whispers "I love you".

In this temple, I'm not a shadow of a longing past,

but a light of the soul, gathering all your parts.

[aloenorasblog]

Autumn is postponed until summer, Summer is canceled until the meeting, Everything seems shaky and eternal. Only we remaining in this April In an infinitely long frozen framing...

[aloenorasblog]

Somewhere between heaven and earth,

Under the rain and snowfall,

There are hundreds of different stars

And mine is shining brightly among there

And there are no rules or boundaries to us

I'll give you poetry, freedom and summer.

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UNIVERSAL LOVE, teach me to forgive, not to be envious, to endure, not to pursue personal gain, not to become embittered, not to deceive, but rather to trust, to hope, not to exalt oneself, and never stop loving. LOVE replied me:

Love soft, can hard,

Love hard, soft not,

Love can not soft.

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I dissolved like a haze, evaporated without warmth. You knew my name, I'll never know yours. You also felt that everything was different. I left without destruction, without goodbyes

But there's a part of me that still calls The too fragile corners of your essence. I didn't want to leave wounds where I touched. There are missed tenderness, but is no anger, no despair...

I can't catch the reason why I experience love. And let someone after me say the words, That I will leave at the door of your heart, Which is already overflowing with regrets.

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When will you understand,

That you are not a daughter of the Earth,

And the traveler of the universes,

That suns and constellations arose

And they were dying inside you.

The one who came to summon

All souls are prisoners, trapped in bodies,

Then you will understand that a person is born

Dissolving into the world of necessity and reason

Creating an Universe of Freedom and Love

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Love is playing with fire and we burn in it.

We are silent again and have nothing to say, the habit is just to wait.

Breath of love, try, revive.

Love leaves quietly, inaudibly, treading softly on tiptoes.

It's barely breathing anymore, it's almost exhausted.

Love leaves quietly, inaudibly, and the door will never slam.

Love considers herself superfluous and is unlikely to remind herself of herself.…

I'm sorry, forget what happened — you can't bring it back, although that's not the point.

When there are no necessary words, understand that love is gone..