Your touching lips is the scarlet line touching mine
Glows in the moonlight and reborn each morning
Delivers the feelings which brings warmth into mind
Then on earth, gives the pain of love departing.
When the moment pass away to inherit new furls,
Foul dust floated on the ragged edge of the universe,
Where mystery unfolds feeling of personality hurls,
Life hidden place between our dreams and chosen choice.
The feeling of love goes sobbing into holes of stone,
Once wet and swollen, now dry and standing afar,
As if everything that existed before had merged into one,
And cut so far to leave the bereaved in need of care.
Feelings cry from within but they are not alone,
Here we build bridges and crosses of our own.
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