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My left hand has poerrty
My right hand doesn’t know about.
A year ahead, a year passed by,
The doors are still opened, and the ponds are still dry,
You did say you loved me, you did say goodbye,
Our irrevocable commitments proved promises are a lie.

Its the night recalling the showers in the springs,
And the weekend waltz to the attuned strings,
You revolve around me today, with your name engraved within,
Stop hiding from me, so long where have you been?

But for a second i believed..
As the gush of wind whispered your name,
The clock is ticking beside our picture frame,
You're flowing like the river,in your gown , camouflaging blue,
Lined up a lot of work, I still got seconds for you.
There is always a line between holding on and letting go.The proof is that we are constantly pulled by it.
What an easy waste of time it was to pine over you.
You were no tree.
Your body never had roots,
at least not here.
Your seeds had been blown away and now you're planted somewhere else.
Your body is gone,
and every once in a while,
I see your leaves floating here with the passing winds.

And I swear that I can hear your voice.

And maybe you weren't a tree,
maybe you were the wind.

You weren't meant to stay here anyways.
Romance the divinities,
be a god on your own.
Walk the streets with radiance and fall in love with life itself.
You have nothing to live for but you,
so be as gold as you can shimmer and stay as warm as the summer.
You're a cosmic galaxy, darling.
Shine.
Love doesn't hold.
It carries.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft.
Clarity doesn’t always fit the rhyming scheme,
And reverence doesn’t always amount to lines like “I have a dream.”
But I find I like things to dance,
It enraptures me,
Especially to psytrance,
It sets me free.

— The End —