Dear me wonders
Sometimes,
How can times so blissful be?
How you
Keep forever,
Such a state?
As if a state
Never maligned...
As if a state
In you She had derived...
Peace,
How you such become?
Like a chant,
A prayer,
A night opened
To the limit
Of being bare,
As that song
Sung along...
As that road
Running straight
To the valley
Long...
Shiny...
How,
Dear,
You such a soul become?
As if you leave with me,
Your sense of purity,
Your eyes numb...
O Dear,
How you in me a sleep become...
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