In the vast distance beyond,
Beyond the oceans both east and west,
Ignites the pyres of my dull life,
Rebirthed is a curious soul to bond.
The art of dreaming from the heart,
In darkness dwelt for weeks beyond count,
But those anaconda green eyes of hers,
Spellbound & blazed my darkness apart.
The breeze of a new liberty cast through the mountains,
Blow through the entangled curtains of my past pains,
She provokes hope & possibility of the beauty in the world,
And let the heavenly waters into my soul, sprightly like fountains.
I wonder if she feels the gravity of this strangeness,
A mysterious flaming relation over the smallest of actions,
Actions of kindness or selfishness, uncertainty looms,
From strangers to admirers, to eternal characters in poetic madness.
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