Madre

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Alone... Tonight I write again
Knowing my verses shall defy
What waters keep your eyes from mine
I can’t but wait, while words can fly
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To start - to end - I miss you more
And dare the seas to drown these cries
While oceans away from your shore
Tides deliver what space denies
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"How are you?" But how - HOW - could I
Lack mi madre yet still admit:
Life goes on and spirits are high
When even sighs cannot but quit?
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Parts of me yearn to climb back in
While others race to bring you here
“Where are you?” Lean open again
And watch how far we've spun this sphere
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Forgive me, for I must have sinned
Spinning aloud blizzards within
Flaunting to all tresses of god
That strangle light away from grin
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Let me kneel, only to seduce
Flashbacks that can come to my aid
A fisherman puts them to use
Hoping it would ache less to wait
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Oceans apart yet still I crave
How life whispers at me to soar
Above this peak, beyond that cave
To carve between your heels... my shore
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L.


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Your love helps me write something worth reading or do something worth writing. Thanks, L.

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