Hair like pieces of shimmering golden sun
porcelain skin clean and fresh
She waits with due patience
upon her lover's return
controlling tightening, broken breaths
His constant journies home will take him too far
while her mind wanders dangerous paths
And the lost love emerging from hidden ground
will it fade too soon to last...
The branches are blooming
and the soothing water seems clear
along this vaguely forgotten place
But when the fall's chill arrives
to strip the leaves brown
Will he remember her softness, her grace?
And when the torrential current
brings drowning painful rains
Will he long for the smile on her face?
Or will memories of a warmth
now yesterday's perfect bliss
be buried under trampled faith
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