curls of ink from the thought of thoughts lifts her to an edge of demise
It hurts to see my love being neared to another
The instance of intimacy
The simplicity of passion
The honor of warmness engulfed .
Tear apart
Me
Tears part me like a mother being blissfully abandoned by her child
She hides her pain from the deep reserves of her reasoned strength and bids farewell to him alone .
“cry not” my tender
remorse is nowhere in conceivea
there is an eclipse of it from the serene instincts of living
in me
me in you
she cries away in me
a softly remembered laugh
a quietly whispered night
igniting my bones with an amour to hold
you
I adore
In stillness
In my harmony
In the peace of my farewell piece………………………a little distant.
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