crevices

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For days i swim in blue discompremise
longing to see what's hid behind those eyes
to explore crevices of genius minds
waiting for ancient trees to intertwine.

What beauty is purged from your fertile mind?
when lamp light drips solemnly on tiles,
(do you see) crumbling walls of cities long exiled,
or in that light, does eternity unwind?

For years I'll wait and hope to cross your mind;
an unworthy meteor through pure skies
still waiting for answers with widened eyes
to fall from your lips, freeing mankind.

For days i swim in blue discompremise
longing to see what lies behind those eyes





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