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The girl feels the darkness
Closely
Creeping

She stands, afraid,
Crying
Weeping

She smiles, she laughs,
And it
Abates

But it's not over- the
Darkness
Waits

When the lights grow
Dim
Again

The failed dreams, the wishes, the sorrow
Come
In

And then all that she
Can
Do

Is wait, and survive, endure-
Stay
True
Truth will forever be like grains of sand

seeping through the cracks of your hand
Sometimes the answers are always meant to be out of your reach...
Your love is algebra
I can't find the formula
If I could find the right calculator,
I could define your euphoria.

Your love is geometry
I can't find the angles
If I could prove your theories,
It wouldn't be a shambles.

Your love is trigonometry
I can't figure it out
If I spent an entire notebook, perhaps
I'd still have doubts.

Your love is a mystery
Just as the greatest math
Although worth much,
Seems irrelevant to my path.
one must learn,

time and time again,

to love oneself with
a gentle
and forgiving heart,

as you walk the path,
to enlightenment.
Your noon blue eyes catch the open horizon.
Moss green and hedgerow, we lie as the
sun bursts, exploding from behind your body.
Thin cotton whispers off your thigh,
our voices are woven into the sound of the reeds.
The thin air quivers a shoal of oak leaves
breathless, the grass is spun to gold.

— The End —