Have you ever griped a cloud in your hand, held water in a bowel of sand, restrained a shadow that flees
Tied down a moving star, made near out of far, secured a breeze between your knees
Tied a knot in thin air, woven cloth of happiness from threads of despair, painted hatred with love's brush
Washed night with sunlit rays, with your lips planted seeds of days and with a mobius band held back time's rush
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