If you’re lucky, love

If you’re lucky, love
doesn’t pass by with its freight
sits still. Says, there is time
in composure, with passion fingers
makes perfect friends with the beasts
this is the love of Orpheus
the magic of a flute
lulling the wolf asleep
singing don’t wake!
Don’t wake!

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