Reluctant eyes,
Everywhere you stare;
Hidden viewing skies,
Be of this aware.
Love is for the making,
All things come and go;
Life is for the taking,
For oblivious grow.
Hide your face away,
Love will conquer all;
Meet dawn's new day,
Follow it to the fall.
The beauty is within,
Every matter's waste;
Mind and heart will win,
If not done in haste.
Reluctant dry mind,
Can not set its wings;
It is set behind,
Where muse truly sings.
Sky is cloud ridden,
For the drifting picture;
Future there lies hidden,
In no given fixtures.
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