I see you
most days...
In other worlds and other times would
my heart sing a song of love...
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i don't think the soul lives in our eyes...
In reality,
it's beautiful...
Swirling down the drain,
those dreams go again...
Oh moon, full with pride,
Strolling through the sky at night...
In fading shadow swiftly spent
is wrapped this heart against the world...
The lights went dimmer and dimmer...
my eyes blindfolded with darkness all around...
The leaf waits for me
like a woman in love...
I was a tree in a field
all brown roots and tended leaves...
One thing I never understood is "time."
Why we can't turn it back, why we can't slow it...
I was wrong this site's not died.
No longer buzzing as I implied...