~Cygnus Fugue~

Hand within a hand
Frabric brush upon the wrist
Clock spins carousels of years go laughing
Smiling into another
With a novelistic twist

Soulful seeking interest piqued to see
An eye to view so close, so far
I wear an air of cool so calm
Am stirring from within a storm
Riding a swan that is a star

Writing a world to live
Inside a room where light shines, glows
Be gone before but there is now
A way to be away yet stay beside
Someone without, who knows, she knows .

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Written on 2022-02-08 at 13:39

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