Remaining

 

Did I die deep for your eyes?
Did I die deep for every smile
That you wore on your face?

Then I look back into the past
Finding a girl along her innocence;
Where she was running, on the field;
Where she was bathing, on the river bank.
Here you are, when you were young;
There you grow old as the long time comes.
Hearts, born, beat, gone, lost with their names.
Whales, breath, swim, never fly, keep silent in their throats.
Beauty’s still, in the cache of my feelings.
What’s about now? Rain drops. Wet all.
Make me wait like a sailing ship
On the Frankenstein’s loveroute.

 

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