WElder
You came for tea and I didn't miss notice.Every line in your eye heard voice in chorus.
Lips I've seen and recognized, your locks of
hair went missing in disguise but your eYes
told no lies and I saw you. Hands Creator.
Yours were glowing the smirk in your nose
was itching of the knowing and I felt you.
Sweat on your chest from the running and
the scent of you in my ears are humming
then I see you. In shock I stand before you
blinking in silence I adore you, walking to
the sea I can hear you, calling to Me is THE
WElder.
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