lost in swirls of paled hope

of dreams yet to be freed

of half mast flags waving slow

in winds of changing need

stuck in undetermined when

and tied tight to the ground

where silty soil grips at feet

and laughs at hopeful sound

holding firm while flooding tides

erase loves tender art

quake in fear as drops of real

seep right into my heart

feel aching sear of endless want

burning down those walls

and stir awake to mornings sound

of loves elusive call



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