There where nomads rest


If I fall down, carry me on your shoulders and place me steadily at the feet of a dormant volcano, maybe the fire in your soul will cause raw lava to flow into my weak bones and ignite my wings to fly above the mountains. 
If I lose myself, save me a seat by your side, where our synergy breaks the ice and we get drunk in each other’s love as we watch the sun retire for the night.
If I fall in love with you, promise to brand my name on your heart like a tattoo as you fall off a cliff in love with me while we dance hand in hand, step by step into the day after forever, there where nomads rest.

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