Like sadness contemplated in solitude,
Thoughts are burning inside me,
Engulfed in seductive
Mermaid's song.
Like a woman in a bottle,
Floating on Magrittian cloud above me,
My soul is locked inside this
Restless body.
Like long forgotten tranquillity,
Almost approachable in front of me,
Desires are dissolving into their
Own loneliness.
Like books on shelves,
Like women hiding themselves,
Enslaved souls cautiously dancing,
Embracing
Like lives that happen and then
Predictably un-happen,
Desperately keeping sanity
On hold,
Our souls surrender to sweet
Torments of Farewell.
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