hands so soft
write piercing into eternity
truths that can only be hinted at
how can beauty like yours flourish
amongst decay and debauchery
gardens in a sea of machinery?
yours is a canvas
delicately etched by life
i trace its trajectories to find
wisdom twinkling behind eyes
secrets behind a smile
through stone paved pathways
in midnight's crib
i await your familiar light
speak to me in your sea of eloquence!
speak to me in tongues!
or don't speak to me
and let me learn
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