Dew Drops

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I wish for us to transform

into dew drops,

and fall in each other's core

repeatedly;

Penetrating through thick walls

made of grey mirrors,

and ash carried by the winds of time

until we reach the essence

of our existence;

where we feed on secrets

and scatter the seeds of thoughts;

maybe even sweet kisses

coated with sensual words...

Our ions would intertwine,

and create a molecule

powerful yet mysterious,

where the ancient alchemists

cannot figure out

this arcane knowledge....

We can laugh together,

and savor the bittersweet taste

of the crimson wine

from golden chalices,

as they try to unravel

what only eyes blinded by love,

can truly comprehend

and see...

©MT~16-2-2015


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