This is my gift to you:
A crystal heart,
molded by the moonlight.
I ask you
to believe in its silent story
with a magic prologue.
On your strong palms
lines flow like the native rivers,
in them I can see my eyes,
grey as the leaden clouds.
This is my gift to you:
A crystal heart,
molded by the moonlight.
Love it or break it.
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