And here I run to meet you forever,
Tearing the shallows of the might,
Wearing my eyes on the knuckles,
I run to come and mingle with your armor and sight.
Lost was I, feeling terrible, as I hung to the wall of the patio,
The creeper as I was, made me flow,
With the wind and the sunny dignified glow,
I dreamt of meeting you at the end of the edifice,
Where life will get a stance,
The place where my heart will find,
The beauty of your trance.
I was plucked and pestered by many,
Garbled by the windy bluff,
But my hopes were uncanny,
As I moved towards you like a buff.
Here I am,
Kissing your body,
Feeling the caress that you have to offer me,
And the pertinacity no longer remains meaningless,
As I am here to perish in my rootage.
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