and blind the eyes that take a dive
My eyes hide in these deadly tides
Weep, as I reek in this unending burn
Of love and longing that is unspoken
In hurt like a million ferns unfurling
Dusting its powdery self , imprinting
Leaving me marked of love forsaken
Gently too, there is no rush for my hopes
Grazing like a happy lamb on new sprouts
A sight so heartwarming to all the souls
But the sprouts grow in hopelessness.
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