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Let us waltz in reticence,

on this ardor lava bed

hand in hand

with our fingers interlaced;

Into the depths of your fervent heart,

I whisper

“This is not the end.”
This is another poem about my best friend. She continues to be an inspiration.
El Oct 2018
I long to be ever present
Leaving an iredescent trail
Of hope
passing time with self reflection
Apathetic idealisms
Lived,  having longed for grandeur
Died,  having harbored resentment
A day passes with mediocre happiness
A night dawns with dysmorphic sadness
Lay with me from dusk till early morning bleakness
Find me alone and cold
Truth be told

— The End —