'll never be the same after the flood.
The water washed my love and its evils leaving only what you need to remember.
My mornings pending strokes not bear the mirror of my fingers trying to reach you.
Rain undress my empty showing the faces of my good times .
Laughter locked in my hands and eyes of wild runaway be my grin when I think of the shells astonished to see me in the sea that have not I know.
Your always hourglass mark the flame of my life, and continue to seek the kingdom where I, Queen and disciple of the noise from another time.
© Marisali
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