Look, the stars are not liquid
More they are clasped in the
rock-like grip of my palm,
I exhale and out you flow
a flood of longing
dispersed in time,
In rain I feel you
In mist I see you,
A sea upturned
and water touched
by delicate frost
the ebbing wayward tide
and love, then live
with love that's lost.
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Author:
Dovestoneboy (
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