More than a shoulder to cry, a hand to hold.

What thou hast bestowed is simply beyond,

that words could tell n’ silence would fold.


Night falls like feathers of a withering crow.

Till I am steady and out of the blue,

embrace my shivering body and let this passion grow.


I cannot hold my breath, my heart pounds.

In the darkest depths of ocean, I hear

sweet vows and the whispering sounds.



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