Nights had soared surpassing days
Whispers near from far away
Back to what does come my way
I fear
The end's no friend of all of mine
The highs & lows of breath in rhyme
Beating hearts that can't tell time
I go
Resisting-what's it? -sanity
Is not so crazy now I see
Allowed us our encountering
I'm glad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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