The Last...

Your eyes, your hands, your voice
made me a captive of Paradise forgotten.
But how long ago was it?
Maybe a thousand years ago...
I used to forget about hunger and fear,
about suffering and humiliation,
an avalanche of which was falling down on me!
In your arms — and only in them —
I felt I was a little girl
and, choking with tenderness,
I could not utter a word...
But my soul was singing!
So you never managed to hear the Song.
Deep sorrow made my heart its home,
When it came to me in a flash that
you had never lived "next door to Pleiades"...

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