my soul tires of drifting
shallow waters of solitude's sea,
where the only sound heard
belongs to melancholy sighs,
take my hand, take my heart
escaping through somber passages,
seeking liaisons on gentle winds
caressing laughter's voice,
painting our own abstract wonder
and reflection will flow free,
timelessly, upon indefinite rivers
capable of holding love afloat~







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