They-sat-two-by-two,
Wings-tapped-together
By-a-small-big-rope.
There-they-sat
Holding-hands,-hugging
Clinging-colour-of-love
Embrace-them-they-embrace it too
Things that I have seen
In this world
In people
And even myself.
The danger that lies
In ambush for that soul who clings more
Who beholds more
Who loves more and who-
Death be sure too!-!sometimes!
And even cry more...
An ambush, fire started by the smoke
Of lost love lowered down a pit by lust
And when this be,
Dove dies
Love cries
And like light dwelling in a black-hole, ZOOM! love is gone!
But it may not be
What this mind thinks
Maybe they are-true-hearts
Two-true-things-taped-as-one
Mingling-together
On-steps-of-an-ancient-ground
Next-to-square-cups-of-grasses
Arranged-on-the-cemented-floor
Now-silently-resting-as-they-mingle-too
With-the-breeze
Calmly-giving-this-two-single-hearts
An-expression-of-a-weather-for-two.
You-shall-forever-be-a-home-for this;
Motion-ground-
Oh!-Motion-Ground;-Lovely-ground
Lying-beside-the-tallest-of-oldies
Among-the-castles-laid-in-the realm
Of-my-GREAT IFE!
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