Streams here runs through your heart,
The opens and closes of window frames
and how you lived in a circle all life
are tales of an innocent loner
I know girls, I've read through Genesis
and Hebrew, I failed to see you
When time brought me closer,
You were lost between the lines of John.
I'm so foreign weak, the pages of this bible looks heavy,
If I add whispers, talks and heresies
of how people call you burden,
I will live, but faintly.
Dear little one,
I've heard of remedies
and tattling tendencies
and I want to look more
and I want to see more
and move you faraway
from this hurting fallacies,
If time so wondrous give gifts,
I will wrap few wishes in your name
and tour every cities in this holy book,
Maybe I could find you again and again
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