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Soliloquy

Implore these ponderous ways|

Us serenading the skies|
Even in storms|

Striking our view from windows opening|

Allow these winds to carry us aside|

Willows sending messages|

Beside our castle|

Moats flourish|

Ships sinking as we swim|

Preserve these memories inside a vase|

Hide taxing injuries beneath your bed|

The gate was cleared for you to enter|

Welcoming warmth exuding your hands|

Guidance is mind|

Clear perception leads the steps|

Forward motion hinders static|

Momentum stagnating water|

Waves uncovering treasures in mass|

Present seeks to eradicate the past|

Holding a steady hand|

Embracing your warmth|

In frigid times two become one|

Plural generations transgress|

Depressed digressions drumming their noise|

Clamours amplified inside our ears|

Crystallised tears shine upon your face|

Your stride personifies elegance|

Culprits sequestered within your reverence|

In you is the story sought|

Revised|

A gift unwrapped in soliloquy|

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