like the mornin
you come
soft as a cloud
and live on long after the sun has tucked her wings
when the living have sworn off the mind
you, well you stay;
needing no invitation, you ride in effortlessly
embracing and breaking weak and strong
fire and ice
despair, and hope
self destruction, rebirth
swirls of rainbow, spirals of gloom
rose bleeds, thorn bushes
death, new life
I want to touch you:
having no flesh, that is illusion
so drown in your embrace, having no choosin
but soaring and drownin,
hope for new life, or die eternally but drenched in you
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