I respect the ticking moments,
Envy it almost
'cos it carries you.
It brings you to me
And I forget myself in you.
You are:
A prisoner's freedom from walls,
A painter's hues on canvas,
A fisherman's tugging net-
Heavy with life.
You are:
An insomniac's
Sweet rest,
A child's unwavering faith,
A pet's earnest gaze,
Colorless liquid for the thirsty soul,
A dying man longing for
his last sleep,
You are a poet's solitude.
Maybe Fate will be kinder this time-
I'll try saying just how I need you.
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