Ruguri Bizantine · Versuri: Ramona Bumbac · Muzică: Ioan Vîlcelean 🕯️ @NEXTIOAN

through a velvety gesture that offers me ripe fruit. I feel your fir scent, the honey of night flowers. A colorful outline hiding in a treasure trove. Eyelashes long to the sun, showering you with gold. Your skin is a candy pink and has little star buds, like a moth. The body is weak from them. The

sweet must of your mouth, fruits full of nectar. An aroma that elevates my prayers to the altar. I fall in love with time and the flame within you, like a pyre embraced only by Byzantine winds, with the second that passes and goes out on your body. When love burns in me like a

volcano that is torn apart, through dangerous curves to give contour to dreams with the scent of quince, the taste of punny skin, passionately kneading the warm form of a saint. Plunging into a trance. I will think of sweet verses for you.

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