Yet, they all blend into one
Pure, never touched
By human deceit.
Longing for a state
A state of mind, yet it hurts
Raging thoughts breath
New horizons of pleasure
An unforsaken thought
A purely conceptual love
The utopian night
On the wings of a dove
In the distance,
Layers of your desire
Slowly unfold, as my heart
Races through the gates of morality
Never late, yet still alone
Waiting for the sunrise
The sunset is just not enough
Anymore..
Longing for a state
A state of soul
Where all the beauty
Is knowingly withold
To feel without a doubt
As the caressing touch of time
Slowly inches away
Within the rhyms inside.
Silence.. drops of the heart
Slowly fill the void
No regrets, no remorse
Let the story be forever,
Not unwritten, but untold.
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