Beneath erring seas
She waited
Cursed by mortality...
He knew her
Only fleetingly,
And all he remembered
Was her trail...
She watches him now
From her watery grave;
She watches him...
The man with the white beard
And the stick.
He walks still
Seeking the petals
Of his blue lotus.
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so much depth and so many thoughts, so condensed
the pauses etch on to you
love
i feel as though i am you, when i read your words, the girl, waiting and watching....
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