I said the currents would rush From quivering eyes. I said the ocean would fill your heart, Before it turned to snow. Breathe for me What you want to see Of a universe, that does not bleed. For only a star Could reveal such light Against the void of disappearance. How much blood Could fill the darkness? How much snow Could fill your heart, to overflow? The lakes drown fish, While the ocean carries whales To the sections where they call, in the night. I see you Welcoming the dimness of a fresh moon That will not cry, with you. All buried wishes, Are lost among the countless stars.
Modern Romanticism 
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