Blur roadways,
and connected loops,
A journey to seek:
Alternate phases,
things taking a repeat.
The emptiness,
And coloured grief;
Paper bits drifting in wind,
Whispering jazz to breeze.
Understanding without saying,
kindness and generosity,
Expressive smiles,
on fragile souls.
Ropes tied with knots,
calm sunshine,
thrust and drive:
The warmth in need.
Back to you again,
without you,
lost and free:
How I feel,
Always be with me.
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