If could the bewildered drips pierce through the rigid clouds,
Then the heart of the dying seed would steal a breath again...
If could the draining memories hear the weeping desires,
Then the craving arms would hold his beloved again...
Here you are— rigid in time!
Wrapping my cold hands in the warmth of yours
My eyes reflecting the blueness of yours
And the sun melting the golden rays of truce
Submerging our heart into the floating air of emotions
And my mind shaded in your soothing smiles.
Here you are— frozen in style
Cuddled in a selfish case!
There you are — away to a far
Leaving behind a kiss of scar.
©D'MARZ
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