Just that quiet unseen wave,
touch my heart , dart to weave,
hopes around sands that hurry,
onto tomorrow’s night so empty,
rushing on to welcome nothingness,
except those freeze sparks to stillness,
Lost in those eyes, so much like history,
steeped in your misty minuted mystery
Encapsulate this moment.
Let me retreat to this rare treat.
Just sit and gaze
Frozen into those eyes
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