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[ofthearth]

Whispered lines alight
on the soft wind
drifting further into obscurity
finding the path of necessity
never written down
nor repeated again
alone, they resonate for one
true love slowly cracking
against a bridge
flowing down a stream
and shining from the stars.

As a full moon watches
the only observer
he that truly understands
experiencing night and day
the incomparable, inseperable
duality of ultimate beauty
at once.
and
For a moment his freedom,
is mine.