Once again,
Meeting you,
At the same place
Traced to be this way,
At the same spot,
Flooded!
At the same point;
Wet.
Opening the pool and,
Closing the loop;
With test results.
Meeting you once again at a particular place,
Oil, soil!
To go in and to come out;
A matter of trust,
To be in and, to be out;
To feel connected! !
With the muse of sweet love;
But, the land of beauty is now under water.
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