as you see
that every parts of me
becomes in you, and every piece of
art welcome
you in my eyes; hold me in your eyes
and surround my emptiness
of hope to disguise
many have changes my ways,
but only you had change in me than in
me who change the way;
I rather be a winnower than a wind
the twig touches
the ground until the
sunrise hold the night, neither me
will be tomorrow than today
for yesterday
I may miss the night but I have
capture the light... encompass me my
Love
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