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Love doth render my heart gently
As if moments of time are softly unworked by time
Yet each day, they are threaded in again
A soft piece of fabric
My heart worn and repaired with time
A thickish blue in its dancing rays
is rare
The rivers resound softly
A gentle song pervades
across the moor
A visage of a man is heard
far from the blackish gates
His pray louder than the russet Sun
 3d Perla
Khoisan
I
know
the distance between us
are
ivory
tip
into an ebony bone
still
my blood boils over
red as my heart,
tunnelling through
the
night
seeking the soul
who
ignited the light.

— The End —