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Loves Immortality
we drifted through on the easterly currents, falling
with the first signs of autumn, carried on the backs
of migrating lovers flown over from southern shores,
filtering through the ages in timeless capsules, the
sand beneath our feet, the breath of twilight from a
dying sunset filling our lungs, rejoicing on the prow,
cutting a swathe through time, as if time itself was
but a lonesome traveler with no place to call home.
with the first signs of autumn, carried on the backs
of migrating lovers flown over from southern shores,
filtering through the ages in timeless capsules, the
sand beneath our feet, the breath of twilight from a
dying sunset filling our lungs, rejoicing on the prow,
cutting a swathe through time, as if time itself was
but a lonesome traveler with no place to call home.
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