to root
ain't that easy
for a dried dwindled twig-
it might sprout if watered with some
old wine
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to root
ain't that easy
for a dried dwindled twig-
it might sprout if watered with some
old wine
old wine--
golden evening
with the gaming gold teemed--
the windows in the north bring in
gold winds
gold winds
inebriate
and make young hearts swing with
yearning for someone's company
some love!
some love
are loved with skin,
cutting through which the heart
is never felt, the flesh burns white
underneath
underneath
lies the treasure
the deeper you dig in
the chances of fulfillment will
increase!
increase
the depths of selves,
grow them within the souls,
in the darkest of nights, cry out,
"Me. Here."
Me. Here
You, there yet we
claim to live on the same
earth without any sense of time
or space
or space
envelops me
all outside is empty
desolate loneliness crushes
all hope
all hope
but only those
who act achieve their goal
unless you kicked the ball you'll miss
the goal!
the goals
hovers just there
an inch from fingertips
yet a light-year from achievement
don't quit!
don't quit
there is more to
come in the near future
just come closer in my arms and
kiss me!
kiss me
right here, on the
cheek.... smile your brilliant smile
and twinkle those sparkling eyes..... I'm
smitten
smitten
by words from a
distance of ten thouseand
miles! what will you do if we were
nearby?
nearby
i have more love
than i can manage, and yet
some of it strangles without fail
must fly
must fly
to a different
land where excess of love
fizzles away without strangling
my heart