To guide
The quietness
Among silvery waters,
Of lily to padded stream.
To radiant skin
Where breast and feeble arms
Sustain and caress
A weakness away
Towards the cliffs where falls
Descend with wildness.
Churning softness
Of a heart
That leaves graves empty
Of simple song.
Charm the vessel,
Of veins where rivers reside,
Towards a heart
Where beauty yet hides.
We look
With faces, that speak
Temptation to fascination,
On towards the crippling waves.
Limping of heart,
Watered of your grief.
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