Cold wind
Thrill the panes
Of my terra-cotta worold
Wakes me up
In my deep sleep
Blows me
To the river of my life
Shows me
The crystal water
Reflecting the image of me
A woman
Of no one,
A nobody's girl
Sitting..
Crying..
Catching the pearls falling down my eyes
Undervoicing this swant pain
Where the kindling coupling-vow
Is gone with the wind
In the middle of the dark clouds
I saw myself again..
Breathing the cold air..
As my eyes
Never stop
Producing..
Black Pearls.
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