Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Soul's Recognition

As though you must swim to me!
The water is deep within.

You cannot drown, but there may be frowns.
May the waves carry me to you.

In the midst of the stream,
Naked drips of water.
Felt flowers dehydrated,
But the moon makes them bloom.

I give you my flowers
Because they were meant for you,
And you are holding my hand
Your eyes, lips carry me to you...

In the midst of the stream,
Naked drips of water.
I clasp the flowers to my breast - they crumble.
What brings death, follows life.

I give you my flowers
Because you are beautiful,
And you are holding my hand
Your soul has grabbed mine, I am yours.

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