Within the seal, a captured mirage
I am excused to miss you
Within this sealed tomb, shy from light
I am sure it is safe to love you
In the interim I lay feigned trust in the seal
Nay you seep out like sand through fingers
A breeze sees you reach every waking hour
Dusting my heart with brown sugar
The desert in some sense a serene landscape
But thirst and searing heat sharpens the opposing blade
I walk in the desert day after day
Until I can once again set you free from your tomb.
Oh, such an amazing write Stevie...one might think, given the essence of this write, that it is written for someone special... I'm very impressed with this, the flow is superb, the meaning clear and heartfelt! Great Ink Stevie! ! ! ; -) -Kelly.
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I would like to translate this poem
Sealed fate and wonderful corroborate.True essence of poetry