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| They found your love, hit the target. I could not get within range. So rare, other worldly, I connect as dust to aria aura that bleeds melancholy. On tides I ride our ocean apart. Your Castles rise beyond my eyes, Where empty I find myself With warbled words harmonious, Tracing the signature of my core, A soul of rubble, rebuilding with hope I could be as strong as I ever was. You do not know you hold my hand In this strange, beguiling land. In waves of rhythms, I flow further From where I’ve been, visualize How my love could hit your target. Heightened senses reel, knowing What we share in your Castles. With aim true, my slender words would echo: (after my golden arrow struck) to revel in your love…to revel in your love… 6.10.22 Aim seems a theme with me lately. Thank you Freya, newly discovered Titian-haired goddess of song, with apparent genetic markers akin, resonating in a captured boy’s disconnected soul. |
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