Only think of how I could make you again
In roses’ roots and the last atoms’ rays
In salt, the colours un-fading
Back to what they were
In the wildest farthest of days
Step from your dead ivory seat
To the bedrock, wet and gleaming
And if you walk to me
By Arjuna’s arrow you’ll see
Our thousand worlds above the reef
| Heart on Fire |
Thoughts, Stories, Poems
Un poème n'est jamais fini, seulement abandonné. A poem is never finished, only abandoned."Paul Valéry"
The Poetry of Emotion
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