Weave into me
Oh but a heart,
And words that spill from your mouth,
Let them evade into a sense of self,
I wanted your hand on the nape of my neck,
The icey whispers of a breath released,
The cooling waves,
And ever since my heart has been enslaved.
So we etched it on a tree did not we,
How your heart should belong to the wind
Molecules, gust us up from our feet.
And life beckons reminders of a trusted feat.
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