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Still and quiet as a sleeping owl
I hear the rivers of my blood flowing
Your visage crosses my mind
A huge cloud covers my eyes
All I ever wanted is within reach yet
So far from the tips of my fingers
So I wait, patiently, for the distance to lessen, at the same time planning my journey around your heart
Easy to direct from afar than playing the part
Silence my deepest fear as it lets my innermost thoughts run wild
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
Searched by millions
Favoured by a few
Still and quiet as a sleeping owl
I hear the rivers of my blood flowing
Your visage crosses my mind
A huge cloud covers my eyes
All I ever wanted is within reach yet
So far from the tips of my fingers
So I wait, patiently, for the distance to lessen, at the same time planning my journey around your heart
Easy to direct from afar than playing the part
Silence my deepest fear as it lets my innermost thoughts run wild
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