It
makes my head ponder
Struck
my eyes with wonder
It’s
a question of trust
Or
an aftermath of lust
A delusion
of passion
Or
a fleeting sensation
We
share it and pass it
But
we can never own it
For
it flows like the sea
Unpredictable
it will be
It
is the wind unseen
Just
like our own sin
Buried
in our thought
A reason
we oft fought
It’s
a rope that ties us all
Not
meant for us to fall
Its
distance equals to a breathe
For
its absence means only death
Let
it enter your heart and rest
Sleep
and cuddle in its warm nest
It’s
a gift and often tastes best
Dream
and suckle on life’s breast
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* Inspired by Elusive Mind
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